A different place, different conversation. Still wanting to runaway now. Chasing my self, seeking my personality not found. Who am I? If I can’t have myself then you can’t have me either. Lost, hot damn. This river flows and boulders crash circling the tornado. At rock bottom, does the grass grow green? Glimmer before me?… Continue reading Who Am I – A Poem?
Shit. It’s one of those days where it doesn’t matter what happens around me or what my mind decides to do or not do… I just want to eat. I need to eat. After 31 years I still think it is strange how a person can consciously know they are full AND still listen to… Continue reading Food Will (almost) Always Win