I left home to get away from it all,
to escape the life i once had and to start a new one for myself.
As i sit here slowly chewing on salvia,
i think about how many calories i have eaten today.
I am getting so fat!
Hopefully the salvia will take me to a different level of conciousness, and I will find myself.
I have nothing to lose in this. Only time.
I also realise as i sit here, that my poems are not really poems, but more like lame diary submissions.
They do not rhyme, they have no rythem, but that is just not my style.
Whatever.
