Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sticks and stones, oh broken bones

Been four months back in this hellhole (that I loved so much). 

Been hitting brick walls, driving into tight corners, consuming never-ending dreams. Some sort of his big plan I suppose, all remains a mystery. Still, I'm a human. Being late is probably better than being a no-show. It's a comforting notion, I know, but surely the story goes on still.

The first steps are always the hardest. Nothing can be done.