Fin De Semaine
I find myself the keeper of too many secrets lately. Ones that I keep for others, ones that I keep for myself, and the worst of all are the ones that I keep from myself. Exciting but tiresome, like wakeboarding if you will. I've yet to accomplish so many things, these recent events clouding my foresight and judgement like never before. They kill motivation. It's hard to do somthing for myself, perhaps because I see no future for me but a short and reckless one, loud and nasty instead of quiet and docile. Small steps again, wiggle that big toe and the rest is cake right? What most people don't realize is that be you a grain of sand or a rock, in water they both sink. Damn that big toe.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, weap and you weap alone.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, weap and you weap alone.