complicated life
October 16, 2007
as if it is not complicated enough, i find my fingers crawling back to a new sketchboard. yes, quenching the thirst these dry fingers have had to put up with all spring. something inside me shifted when these two sentences were strung. it feels familiar and … happy.
wordpress is a complicated monster. reminds me of an architecture masterpiece in its blueprint form. not that i have ever seen one at close range.
it’s a month long of fasting from words. and when a fast is broken, sometimes a mutation takes place and finds itself an uglier voice. i have no idea why i did it. i just needed it, damn it. just to get the fuck away from every angle and opinion trying to make me into some porcelain mannequin for the display window. fuck religion and all it’s intentions.
words are important to me. so don’t tell me to refrain from some. it is a strength and a vulnerability as well. as opposed to weakness. weakness as in need of therapy. if you don’t get it, it does not mean you are the wise one with the benefit of doubt. you should be the one giving it, ass.
yet there is still these affections still unwilling to give in to living a reckless life of guns, fire and painkillers. so here i am, naked and free, and for all it’s worth, I found my penance somewhere in my thoracic ache.
