Time For Change

Depression is a son of a bitch. I've been coping with it lately; all day today. I just stepped out of the house maybe thirty minutes ago.

I know where it's coming from, me being my own worst enemy and all, and I know what I need to do to get things back to some semblance of normality.

It's time for a change. A big change. A very big change.

Behind It All

There isn't a wave that importance rides too far away,
So far away that the sun couldn't even reach it. Miniscule bits
Of history and science,
A little bit of blood and code, Both types
Decipherable only be what lives behind the stars
And behind the darkness that is always there;
Was always there;
And will meet us when we are no longer here.

Fight Sleep

Fighting sleep again. The wind is agreeing with me, things are overblown, damaging the soul along the way. Just some bruises. Thicker skin helps and has been a pleasuer to have. It makes things so much easier. There's only one person that can screw up your life that way.

I miss dreams. I miss the walks on the beach that make me want to visit the beach. I miss drowning sometimes because I know one of these nights I will swim.

The revolution is coming. Pieces are in place. Things are going so well, I'm really expecting something to screw me up in these coming months, maybe even weeks.