bad night
Coming back in here like this. Dragging in mud and dog shit. Terrible. No I don't rhyme words anymore just to string sayings together I believe I've graduated to painting pictures of scenery and hopefully soon something with more meaning. I could've come here tonight with all of the none of you and written at least a rant about the human condition but I did not. I'm ill here. I don't write anymore. I come here to make pathetic confessions. I have sinned. I lost a little of that purity that we all start with and which is so difficult to retain. A man could get weak in this world and not know it.