twas the day before friday
i keep discovering and in that mix of confusion and the urge to perge the obscene i find myself sitting exactly where i've always been. Contemplating the same thoughts, making the same excuses and somehow having the same revelations. It's apparent to me that i'm living a life i've forgotten. It's time to move forward and build upon the foundation i have laid rather than building the same foundation...again...somewhere else...for no real purpose. Yet the child in me tells me to keep playing games of make believe- keep observing things as if it was for the first time, which i will...always, because who wants to listen to a screaming child.