....still dooon't"Aw fuck it. Here I go again, draggin boots through the grass, trying to erase the memory of the shit I occasionally stomp through. Still stompin', still draggin', all the while learning-learning-moving.
I missed my bus last night. Holy shit man, can't afford to make these kinds of mistakes, or can I? I find, as I've found in the past, that there is always something to be learned from this mess. In all actuality, it's not a real mess, it's life. Shit happens, people trip up. Heaven knows I've got my share of scars to prove it. I can't sleep at night, but it's because I'm congested. My shoes are dirty, but it's because I can't stand still. Life down here is somethin' else. People are different, and we all still manage to find a connection. Work is different, but serves a purpose each morning. I wake up in a place that I'm now used to, that once was new, and I like it. We all crave familiarity. The only difference is that some of us have to work harder to find it. I'm working, I am. I fucking explore and I'm poor. I love you. I'll see you soon, I promise.
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