Just some more clutter
Home for the holidays. Then 17 weeks of training, off to the New unit. Who knows where?
I don't.
Freedom til the 3rd and I'm stranded ni this place once again. love the family.
The situation won't change in a month, but maybe one day I'll be away to the place of safe feelings.
Alone, bored sensations making me tingle alittle in the head.
Weeeee.
Sound off like you got a pair.
I get it.
It makes the vision clear.
Sigh.
I hate this smell. I hate this tent, I hate this land. The Earth. The water.
Let me walk til my legs bleed...Walk til my heart gives way, and I falter to the end of the streets. No more path to cross. No more breath to breathe. And I stagger two more feet to prove the point I said I would so many steps before to that man I no longer remember more than a shadow in the back of my mind. Can't this all just fall forward in that tetris formation. Making the pieces fit can't be so simple as turning the right end the right way, because our toys are broken. The arrow keys are dim, fading, and the arm never grabs the right stuffed animal. The little green toys can jump up and down all they want, but damn it if we won't stomp on forward. Figuring out the trcks of the animals that came last night is half the battle. The war is lost in the minds of the fighting men still walking late at night. If so how much more can you walk with me. Love of the idea. It in itself is a contradiction of the understanding we have made to grow old as we are. Simply wondering how we can move to the left alittle. That bridge is old and rusty. Let the road carry your feet alittle longer. We tire, but the point was proven. Who was that man?
I need to roam alittle more in my blood. Alone. Deep solitude. Crawling singularity.
Who the fuck wants to be a blackhole...
As my eyelids feel as if they turn into my eyes.
I guess a few more push-ups and a walk searching for one more thing to do before I leave this place again.
Can't wait to see family and friends.
Love. Night.
I don't.
Freedom til the 3rd and I'm stranded ni this place once again. love the family.
The situation won't change in a month, but maybe one day I'll be away to the place of safe feelings.
Alone, bored sensations making me tingle alittle in the head.
Weeeee.
Sound off like you got a pair.
I get it.
It makes the vision clear.
Sigh.
I hate this smell. I hate this tent, I hate this land. The Earth. The water.
Let me walk til my legs bleed...Walk til my heart gives way, and I falter to the end of the streets. No more path to cross. No more breath to breathe. And I stagger two more feet to prove the point I said I would so many steps before to that man I no longer remember more than a shadow in the back of my mind. Can't this all just fall forward in that tetris formation. Making the pieces fit can't be so simple as turning the right end the right way, because our toys are broken. The arrow keys are dim, fading, and the arm never grabs the right stuffed animal. The little green toys can jump up and down all they want, but damn it if we won't stomp on forward. Figuring out the trcks of the animals that came last night is half the battle. The war is lost in the minds of the fighting men still walking late at night. If so how much more can you walk with me. Love of the idea. It in itself is a contradiction of the understanding we have made to grow old as we are. Simply wondering how we can move to the left alittle. That bridge is old and rusty. Let the road carry your feet alittle longer. We tire, but the point was proven. Who was that man?
I need to roam alittle more in my blood. Alone. Deep solitude. Crawling singularity.
Who the fuck wants to be a blackhole...
As my eyelids feel as if they turn into my eyes.
I guess a few more push-ups and a walk searching for one more thing to do before I leave this place again.
Can't wait to see family and friends.
Love. Night.