cipher

maybe it's a part of me you took to a place I hoped it would never go
and maybe that fucked me up so much more than you'll ever know

More and more I wonder if that isn't the case. Seems to do justice as a description of the past three years, anyway.

And where the fuck did those three years go? It feels like a hole in my life. Time wasted.

When was the last time I was together?

My music class this morning discussed Bob Marley and John Lennon. This didn't help at all...
I don't want to do an Ian Curtis thing, but I find it interesting that 75% of my idols died young.
The rest were merely headfucked.
In the end, so much is about identity.
And about polarity. Mine is so out of wack, I haven't the slightest idea what to do with it.

The life I've lived has been unremarkable, but crazy. Crazy to the point that I doubt anyone else could comprehend. But it's been my life, lived the only way I know how. And it's a work of art.

But it needs some change.
I need to see the ocean.
I need to cry to the point of hyperventilation.
I need a turkey sandwich.