May 1, 2011
with enough rope i watch you hang yourself and then i just walk out of the bar to wreak havoc on the turmoil in my mind. even after a brilliant 1-nill win i find myself stumbling down the street staring at the ground.
the malaise was more than i wanted to feel or admit but in the back of the cab, talking to myself and barking orders to the cabbie. i could not avoid the truth in you i saw which is in everyone i meet now a days. i was sad for the loss of futures untold and resolved that the redemption is in the creation of my artistic legacy. i may never be fulfilled in relations or the comfort of strangers, but i will in the grand art i continually create.