Approaching a life of wanton satisfactions, I further engage myself with a fluid existence. With deepening confusion, a lost desire to find my way anywhere.

I'd say look beyond what you want, but it is a hard journey to embark upon. Waiting for that catalyst can also be dreadful, for when it comes it hits hard and pushes you forward. Brother, sister, persons, I wish you all good luck. Keep those sails up and rudders pointing in the direction you want. There is only one direction you can go, against the ocean's currents to another destination to seek new lands, treasures, or adventures. Whatever you may find out there enjoy it for a brief amount of time and then move on.

With an erroneous existence,
I creak as I bend my bones
Entangled in a cloud of myself
Wreaked and disastrous
Blame goes not external
Only internalized and hatred
Do I dare to exist further?

Frozen, reactive, waste
Kneaded inwardly
In tutelage
Broken rusty soul
As no foundation
Within arms
Wrapped in slumber and warmth

Cocaine blues

Two damaged souls out there holding each other up.

Sometimes one collapses and the other has to carry a lot of weight.

Others fall down at the weight of others.

Then both get back up to strengthen their resolve- to possibly start over again or to be stronger making it insignificant.

For us

Doing it all. Overcoming my fears and dislikes. Cheers, for us.

Lost it

Agoraphobia and unnerving state of mind. Collapsed composure, lack of self. Waiting for the tide to pass

Too much; too empty

In excess, glorified, but in feeling, hopeless, meaningless, and lack. My life full of boredom, lonely nights haunted by dreams and unconscious physiological effect.