shattered remains.
Just a quick one before my kayaking two star course.
I realised I do stupid things when I'm tired. Laughing and crying seem to be so much easier. So I don the twin masks of commedy and tragedy, hoping to face life with equanimity. Smash everything I hold dearest to bits. Then crush them, grind it all to powder. Then upon the dawn after in my fading pseudo-drunken stupor, the full weight of events now crush me. Horror upon horrors, you suck, joshua. now, didn't everybody know that.
I know I don't make sense anymore.
The previous post contradicted itself.
fracture of the mind.
time to go, time to hurt again. silently. like it used to be.