i write this as i always have...in a past that i have gladly forgotten...i am reaching out with my hand to a future that seeks to escape me...and all i have around me now is fog and confusion

i wish there was at least one comforting hand in the world...one hope...a sun breaking from the mountaintop to drive away the shadows...the shadows cling to me more closely than a garment...evil, cold amphibian hands that seem to reach right under my flesh and freeze my heart

the world is into facebook and michael jackson's death... i only see my universe....separate and detached from all.....

i once thought i was lost...now i just do not care

my being seems unmatchable...my desires my own and very cruel and sinister...

may be one day this will all make sense.....but for now...


i just keep on with the sojourn