a new edition........

addiction to the addition and subtraction of satisfaction, to put it lightly, a saving of face and into and unto itself it knows no other, the nights of cool face breeze and oceanic lullabies are absent, replaced by the cold aches of back and shoulders, a sinking feeling of disconnection or just absentmindedly going through the motions.........

zig zig zag..........

the allure of the everyday, as seen through the filterless eyes of youth, absent of jade, absent of mind, a thorough evaluation without judgement, a return to home if you will, and i want to, but doubt the possibility of such............

rewind.......

the blurring of time is all the more apparent when we return the way we came, absolution and recognition, this is the way, if there is one, if there could be, within the confusion to clarity, passion, the undoing of what was.............

the inevitable push and pull...........

the ocean owns me, it's firm grasp only lets up for so long until it grabs firmly and pulls me back in, so goes the last months, so goes a life lived, worth every penny, every time..........

slow burn.......

the aftereffects of the shuffling days prove themselves in ways yet to be seen, there are hopes and there are dreams, each contained in it's own imaginative plastic wrapper, shiny and sweet, the papers will be signed and the deeds are done, there is too much space, unfamiliarity, the adventure is what it is, but when the sun sets, darkness erupts.....

trying........

an attempt to keep it positive is the best course of action, of course, but FUCK!, how does this triangle operate, one step forward, two back, and then one from the side, the work is salvation today, tomorrow i will hope that the pipes will hold, the simple things are of great importance in this menacing silence..................

the inevitabilities......

inching forward at another's pace, the results of one too few hours spent in the service of a few too many, which could be of anything or anyone, this night now passes and hands bring a slow burn of hope, the past is still alive and well but impotent in it's grab for attention, best forgotten, left for dead, much like the very ground underfoot, only now, the future............