Friday, June 28, 2013
A new me emerges from yesterday, entertaining ideas and toying with thoughts. Time passes frosting over moss covered musings and I try to dig them out, knock the bullshit from em. Not so different if I didn't know myself so well, and I don't say it to boast, only that I know me better than most, and sometimes it's lonely. Not that I mind, I'm accustomed to it. Many times I had only me to get through some thick shit, and I manage, somehow, to see my way through it. Dark days do reclaim light again. And I do always write again in spite of the doubt the swirls around me, and sometimes I do even find my own shit kind of astounding. Down, deep down my pretty flows.