John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...
Bandits request you
for either money or life...
The phenomena
wasn't...
I cascade
across tender roots...
There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
When you are all alone without a guiding hand
Remember that you are never truly alone...
The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...
Insanity...
Doing the same thing...
This is all the life I have the energy for
Oh yes - of course I want more...
A mistake repeated is really a conscious decision
Willingness to neglect those who beg you to listen...