Just my soul.
Its down there, in the muck.
I've had a run of bad luck of late.
Not that anyone here cares, I don't have any followers as yet. *sigh*
I am in the boat by myself and just rowing along. I guess it's okay.
I've been feeling the walls of the loneliness again. It feels bleak right now.
Trapped here in Charleston.
Working and waiting.
Forever waiting for things to happen.
Shouldn't I be making things happen? But, all my ideas are 'crazy' and foolhardy and rash.
Like, just moving to Australia for no reason, just packing up one night and driving to Austin or just going to Mexico and never being seen again.
Perfection. Those ideas are perfection. I'm the only one who thinks so so I day dream about these things.
Who or what am I running from?
(myself, aren't you?)
But, WHY??? is the big question. I hate my skin, the one that I live in, I want a change a difference.
Implying work doesn't? It does...ughh..MORE FUCKING WORK.
Tired of that too. Luckily, I'm not the only one in that broke down boat.
I don't know what I'm going to do...
I want to do something like this "DO OVER!!!"
Lets just do the whole DAMNED thing over. Please???...
okay its midnight and I'm tired.