Staring into the future that's rushing towards me with the velocity of a bullet.
Trying to understand how every step that brings me closer to home seems to carry me further away from family, friends, myself.
How is that even possible? Why can't I look at myself some days?
How could you question that I am a Heartless Bastard?
Truth in advertising.
Now...Where did I put that troublesome muscle?
Why am I not surprised when everything falls apart around my shoulders.
I'm striding out into a cracked wasteland, sword in hand, looking for peace amongst the rubble. It's what I do.
Is something wrong with me? Is something wrong with you? I really wish I knew..
Every attempted step forward is a step... sideways.
My gorge is rising and all my anger is coming back. My serenity has been thrown out the window.
What happens now? Where does it happen? Where do I go from here? What is the right answer? Everything I thought was certain... wasn't. Fuck.
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