Tuesday, December 5

I'm walking without a purpose glad to be in solitude and relative peace. At home amongst the common she's there with her psychosis and signs of its release. The drugs are a major problem she sold her body, her soul, her peace. Her pride no longer follows only hatred has replaced. I'm at the sidewalk now of hope. I cross it with dreams and hope. But realize shortly after shit indeed it floats. My thoughts I try to gather each stride, I simply hope that my purpose in life it matters. It's not a tragic joke. My mistakes I sadly gather ask for forgiveness if he's there above. My fears thats in the shadows I have to face them and succumb.