Thursday, February 07, 2008
I can sing in solitude now. And I don't have to worry what it sounds like.
This is just how it is.
We are together. On the bright side, I am together. And I did not, nor thought much of it. Not thought of it at all.
And I don't know if I do anymore.
One year past with nothing to show for it. But what was going to be shown anyways? What did I ever think was ever going to be shown? God? The Devil? Was there ever anything in between?
Some sort of jealous void that wants infinity but can't even get immunity. Or even a little bit of peace.
I know that none of this makes any sense. Luckily it doesn't matter because it does make sense to me, and I'm throwing it out here into the world for no particular reason that I am willing to admit.
I haven't written a word in 9 months.
Not since I left the tracks of fate. Taking this detour. Another detour. Yet another detour, happening while I wait for life to take place. Determined by beggars and thieves.
Not that it has gotten me anywhere. Not that it hasn't gotten us anywhere. But that is to a cold cellar cell and a wait to find out if I have the strength still to believe in fate.
I'm going to start writing again.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
