This goes on for days. So many ways. In front of my face. Figuratively speaking of course. I must lay my body to rest comfortably, while i wait for reasonably responsible thoughts and ideals to come to my mind. I know what i have been told, that's fine. Now i am waiting for what i am going to say to myself about the whole, "life" subject. Keep it real, i constantly tell my self. Will my self into a quiet nest nestled deep with my mind, just for another day, then it's back on the grind, all week long, dusk till dawn, i almost feel calm. I can hear a song, don't see the words. I like it that way this time. Aimless writing, getting it out of my mind. i don't want all these thought there anymore than anyone else wants to hear them. a safe alternative to speaking about them to people around me is simply writing them down. it is public view...beat stops...i read these thoughts...
