Trying to make sure these words
Say what they need to say.
I found myself empty.
No fuel, no go, nothing.
I remove myself from that which
I felt was holding me back.
Holding me down.
Holding me.
I loose myself in these thoughts
From yesteryear.
I keep hearing "how was it?", "that was
A crazy time in the world."
I'm trying to yet understand what I was
Doing.
I went to some stuff, been to some places,
Did a bunch of this, it was f*ucked up,
I was F*cked up. Everything was F*ucked up.
Sometimes it's so hard to remember things,
But then I remember some beautiful and wonderful
Things and place and people and I can almost reach out
And feel them holding me. Yes it makes me cry thinking about it.
How deep the feelings are when I think about my past.
Which I try so hard to run away from. I can never get away from.
I can play stupid and pretend to be, and know nothing.
Sometimes it's better to be quiet and watch the show.
The seats are always good.
The character change so often that it's hard to keep track of but it's good.
The character change so often that it's hard to keep track of but it's good.
Some reoccurring players and some I love.
Full of sex, drama, excitement, passion,
Sadness and more sex.
There are other things there as well but you
Get the picture.
Jan 8/13
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