Been trying to catch my breath for ten years.
The superficiality of day to day life eclipsed by the unquenchable thirst for somthing greater.
A thirst kept at bay with a needle for the good part of a decade.
Modern technology spawning the narcissitic need to leave a legacy, something shared by an entire generation.
A generation of half assers; trapped in a perpetul, proverbial catch 22.
Ghosts of Christmas past haunting me, reminding me that I am only one small man in a lineage of men.
And at this moment, at this very precise moment, someone is being raped and murdered. Someone just found out that they are dying. A child has just lost his mother.
So much pain for every smidgen of beauty.
To find beauty in the pain is the only way to survive.
And to survive is a questionable goal.