cahrizz

you the thing about being here is that time is all fucked up. i swear it feels like i've been back here for months and it's only been a month. a month. holy fucking shit! so i guess i'm a bit anxious but that words getting too easy. what's the deal with time here though? damn this shit is old and i'm sick of it. i'm sick of uniforms of life seeming to pass me by no matter how hard i try to pretend i can be a part of anything it's really all just a rouse. i mean really...how can i attempt to do anything when at any moment i can be yanked this way and that? i guess on the bright side i have less than a year remaining in the army. and then it's time to chase down dreams with abandon. i just hope my heart survives this trip it's on. i wonder...is it a game was i subject for a book? i know that sounds completely from left field but the silence sometimes it's deafening and my patience sucks here. b/c mainly a week seems literally like a month.

and the silence god damn silence.

take care