"I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love."
— Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977)
how can this man know me so so so so well....
it's part of the connection, i spose...
the connection that has always been there...
and all i had to do was...oh bugger conformity...
it's just not working for me...it never has...
i had to get drunk to allow myself to be in the bullshit
i hated...now i've resigned from that crap...
and i have the worst hangover i've ever had...
a hangover of other people's expectations...
and bugger, i don't have a road map anymore...
but...
you know, as i've pushed myself to expose my trueness to myself...my worst critic...
i'm finding people like charlie boy...who just accepted it...
and i am thankful that he had the courage or balls
to write it down
yeeha!
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