killerspike

So it goes, the long wading into normality.
Is that a real word or something I just made up?
Does it really matter? You know what I mean.
It preys on your mind and soul. I want to be...
but there it lies, the lies I keep telling myself till it is finally the truth. Making up things in my mind like the need to be normal. It doesn't measure up to who I really am. Yet it is the yard stick I use to scale my life. Finding that dreams are just dreams unless you take action. Then they are goals that can be reached. Stretching out arms in search of that perfect cup of espresso and another cigarette.
The journey is what matters, but if it is only a dream then the journey is only in the mind and the soul is still empty.