as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.
there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting
The wisdom to quit is all we have left.
Knowledge without follow-through is worse than no knowledge.
I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.