Monday, September 26, 2011


He was part of that strange race of people aptly described as spending their lives doing things they detest to make money they don’t want to buy things they don’t need to impress people they dislike.

Sunday, September 18, 2011


I close my eyes. Only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
Same old song. Just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
Now, don't hang on. Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away and all your money won't another minute buy.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

What has just happened?

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

You. Again.

Instead of tackling the problem, I avoid it. I avoid it in the most stupid way that exists on this planet. Leaving aside my pride seems impossible.
Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I'm wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe I just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.