reality.
there is so much in me. that wants to do .. so much.
but i know if i just let go.
it would be like an explosion. things going every which way. shrapnel.
and i think .
i couldnt live like that. and do what i want to do.
if i tasted that. latent freedom i know is inside of me.
i think there would always be that part of me that wanted it back.
that part of me that was lost in the desert of wyoming somwhere .
running naked and screaming like a banshee.
i love my fucking realism.
it keeps me in motherfucking check. ha.