time.

mind manic and foggy.

too many books.

too many pills.

not enough exercise.

not enough confidence.

not enough time.

the walls are caving in and things seem tighter.

my shoulders and arms are in constant pain.

my knee is swollen.

my bank account is shrinking and i have a stale marriage in a stale town.

EXERCISE TODAY.

be more me.

be more selfish.

take the reigns.

we need a community of artists to make films that matter.

films that mean something.

we have enough garbage production on the market.

DON’T BE ANOTHER ONE.

the loudest are the dumbest.

the quiet ones are the smart ones but, in being smart, have too many doubts and too many fears. too many thoughts on too many topics.

i, sometimes, wish i liked coors light and had a man cave.

i want to go away and see other places. see other cultures.

orangeville is too dull for me.

routine is boring and painful for me.

too many people offering advice but i am, now, passed listening.

i am in a different period of my life.

i am old.

i am bald.

i am in pain.

my brain is foggy.

my hopes and dreams are fading.

CAN I GET OUT OF THIS STRUGGLE?

CAN I GET OUT OF THIS PAIN?

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