maybe it's enough
it just gets to be tiring...
when i take inventory of the things i actually care about, there are just a few things and probably too few a number of people. maybe i'm just that self-absorbed and boring, demanding all the wrong things, but.. whatever, it's just sad, and it just gets to be very, very tiring..
and what sucks about it is that there are people i'm interested in who just don't seem worth it - people with something to say who just don't say anything. and i'm not really in a place to condemn that without condemning myself... so i say it's all damned.
and it's time to figure out the words and commit them to something, time to chronicle something.
i've been thinking about spray paint since late summer. and maybe i'll work in chalk - some sort of soluble and transient pseudo-voice, all over the concrete. i've been dormant for too long, now.
amen.
when i take inventory of the things i actually care about, there are just a few things and probably too few a number of people. maybe i'm just that self-absorbed and boring, demanding all the wrong things, but.. whatever, it's just sad, and it just gets to be very, very tiring..
and what sucks about it is that there are people i'm interested in who just don't seem worth it - people with something to say who just don't say anything. and i'm not really in a place to condemn that without condemning myself... so i say it's all damned.
and it's time to figure out the words and commit them to something, time to chronicle something.
i've been thinking about spray paint since late summer. and maybe i'll work in chalk - some sort of soluble and transient pseudo-voice, all over the concrete. i've been dormant for too long, now.
amen.