It's all perpetuated by an insatiable hunger, driving us further and further down a path of endless work and strain and lack of substance. We reach our breaking point and something saves us. We reach our goals and something temps us. In happiness we begin the cycle all over again. In pain and rejection and sadness we continue fighting or we give up.
My wishes are insurmountable. I could only dream to have the strength to leave everyone and everything behind. To not feel the need to work or possess money or hold a woman in my arms. To have goals that didn't dress me in faux clothing and faux promises and faux ethics. I've been driven by the money and the security and the comfort. The lack of substance has become my...[read more]