down the river
the waters are moving moderately in the river that separates sanity from insanity. i would know... i'm flowing right through it. not sure which side i'll end up on. i'm ready to just accept the fact that i'm crazy and move on.
why are we so drawn to things that can destroy us? is there some kind of pleasure in destruction? how can we tell the difference between intense love and hate?
hmmm...
i think there's water leaking into my raft....
why are we so drawn to things that can destroy us? is there some kind of pleasure in destruction? how can we tell the difference between intense love and hate?
hmmm...
i think there's water leaking into my raft....