lost is reflected in my writing, i feel i can never make a complete thought.

[desinence]

right when i feel i've made it, i'm lost again.
the duhkha takes over.
realizing duhkha is inevitable, i don't hit the lowest of low.
growing old is always happening, and always scaring.
but with that, i will have gained wisdom if not more.

also, it doesn't help when i'm constantly longing for things i don't have.
you've spoiled me and are now slowly weening me off.
hate for you?
never.
just yet another lesson learned.
thanks?
ummmmm yes, much thanks

if i could e-sing any song to the readers right now it would be a brief intermission by the snake, the cross, the crown. at the top of my lungs, with too much emotion...i wish i could. hehehehe