monday morning after a weekend of nothingness. dog walks. gym. starbucks. walk at island lake and two days of heavy drinking.
my feet are still sore.
my knees are still sore.
my spirits are high but i’m wondering why.
i know that there is more to life but i haven’t found that yet. i am still searching and still not finding. the world is crumbling and no one seems to care. taylor swift is more important. kim kardashian is more important. suzanne sommers is more important. i try to help save the world but i have not figured out how to save myself. i used to wake up, hungover, in rundown houses on random streets or in random drunk tanks in random towns. now i wake up hungover in a boring house on a boring street in a boring town. the excitement is now gone.
i know more now but earn less.
i know myself more now but earn less.
i know what to do and where to do it and with whom to do it with but i sit alone. i sit alone. i sit alone.
thoughts of freedom
thoughts of hope.
thoughts of confusion.
stop the thoughts but…
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!
I NEED HELP!!!!!!
dark days and dark nights. the clock is ticking faster and faster and faster.
i see old sad faces with weak bones and weak souls.
i see old sad faces with sad eyes and sad souls.
old.
sad.
nervous.
angst ridden.
afraid.
worried.
they miss their husbands.
they miss their wives.
they just want love.
and they just want to begin again but it is too late.
look in the mirror.
man in the mirror.
mirror.
more access to info and less truths.
less truths and more fighting.
more fighting and less love.
love conquers all.
love will tear us apart.
the man who sold the world.
create chaos and create pain.
PASSION AND CHAOS.
notanotherphony. 