Nocturne

Reality.

Boy. Stars. Blink.
Eyes. Close. Wind.
Light. Moon. Shadow.Howl.
Bliss. Night. Darkness. Soul.
Break me. Remake me. with your cold hands in play. I need your cold warmth.

Anniversary!!

Happy, Gloomy anniversary to thee with plenty of doom, gloom and glee.

1979

Looking at my teenage life, I see threads running. A jumble of wires tangled up in a naive fashion. It's all there: angst, depression, heartbreak, the feeling that you're selling yourself short, fleeing opportunities flying past, disappointment, let down. And to top it off, passivity; apathetic passivity. I don't care. That's the motto of a generation. The only things that matter are slipping away.... slowly dissolving into insignificance. I am so uncomfortable with growing up.
The confusion is numbing. Fighting sacrifice, fighting change, fighting yourself. A self torn between apathy and compromise. promise? what promise? we have been taught to break our selves.