been gone a long time

and i wrote
"i personally don't want a stealing, cheating life... i've never minded dealing with hardships... to be true to myself... fuck buying into their bullshit!! i want no part of the masses and their struggle for the top of a make-believe ladder. fuck that ladder... i fucking burnt it for fire wood! BUT THE SHEEPLE CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! but i'm not a sheeple... and i always prefer the truth. my world is molded to me, but i know that it is only mine. everyone has their own paths and tunnels and such. fuck... i'm drunk.... "

what a lull...

why are our minds so separate and so alike?
why can i not accept the filler that wants to fill and forget the emptier that wants it hallow?
do i have any magic left in me at all?
is it because they are drifting, or are they drifting because the magic is gone?
when did the flow change coarse?

the tree doesn't worry about termites... it just grows as much as it can grow

stagnant, uninspired, over-thinking brain

i felt it for a moment under the stars... a glimmer of what i use to know
the whispers of the old folk
i just lately remembered a place in the woods...
where the sun shone a sweet warmth
and the floor was soft with pine needles
when i was a kid, i knew they were there...
between the moss and mushrooms
and than i was forbidden to go out in the woods...
forbidden from the sanctuary of the trees....