oh i am lost once again.
Only left to remain.
I loved her so very mutch

Lost indefinitly, between
Here and paradise.
Here is where the folds
And fabrics of time overlap.
Its simply amazing sometimes.
"When i stare into the abyss
it stares into me" and i just
Cant escape this cosmic plan
That lets the clouds laugh at me.
Take a deep breath ....
It will all be over soon.

Im an outlaw born, with a six shooter in my hand. Born into the dirty hands of a survivor born. I am everything the government fears i am everything that has yet to come into its time again... I laugh from mountain tops and chuckle in vallies. "But whom among you can laugh and be elevated?" The my mentor said. He thus replied. "you look up when you need to feel elevated... and i look down because i already am". thats the differnce between me and most people ive done so mutch i know what i can and cannot do. Weather its "right" or wrong". I am about to undertake the ending to another chapter of my life... one day at a time

I havent written anything in here in the longest time. Let me think....

Go shovel Dirt
I started more than a month ago.
I've got sores on my feet.
Dirt under my eyes and my nails.
Often time moves way to slow.
Listen to the dull Roar.
Of the mechanized prison
That does odd things with dirt.
"Shovel that dirt off the floor"
I hear it every day
Move this here put that there
But somhow it is the same
in a slightly differnt way
Im done now.

I did somthing last night that i will never do again. that makes me hurt just thinking about it. i cant beleive that i did it. i never thought i could. but i did so now im stuck living it off.