Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Not Knowing Me at 5 AM

Things just get messed up, and you are like, what can I do?  I do not know what to do, just sit here, nothing I can do, once again, and again.  You ever feel like you just can not seem to get past a point in time, like it seems to haunt you, like an old ghost.

I'm just dancing around the subject, trying not to come to grips with truths that so often keep coming back to me in the flesh of someone else.  Watching these others implode around me, and thinking, what can I do, keep on keeping on, but I am at the end of that road too.

So I run to something certain, an escape into something I can be sure of.  It is the only thing that I can grasp, that does not come with the regret for what I should be doing.  In the end it all seems like I might just not admit that all its ever been is me in my own way.  I will have to move over and let the man go through, or accept that I have nothing left to leave to anyone.

Do not know what the hell I am talking about, it is just me not knowing anything, at five in the morning.

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