living in the imaginations of others.

[solobrau]

this is what happens when left to only drink and my own devices.
conclusions not necessary, yet demanding all the same.
a demand for knowledge without patience.
unwholesome probably.
even still, no certainty.
what's the real gambit here?
holiness seems, at least for now, unattainable.
experience sans risk hardly seems of value.
but who am i to say?

g'night all, huh?