August is cruel too.

I find my self twenty-one.

Eating the truths omitted.

I find my self never needing an excuse to be late.

But rather need and excuse to be just kind.

I could find myself without a job without a dime,

If only to mention something cheaper down the line.

I found that the truth is sold,

Kept under lock and key.

I know that justice is not blind,

If it was, how would lawyers make money?

I know without someone to love,

Surely I am doomed to destroy.

I am fond to sew all wounds,

But they just won't sit still.

I in those ranks know the frustration all the same,

Screaming so wounded, seeking someone else to blame.

I will try it again and breathe forces me too,

But I'll do it without a glint of hope, until I.....

One...Two...Three?

It's all part of the ride they say...

Yes I enjoy the stories as much as the next guy. But when to much abuse callouses you not only to the situations but the people...soon you'll put cigarettes out on your skin. 

(I know that I was going the do the nobel thing and work for the ACLU and help people who were being abused, but I find myself not liking those people) [gross misquote from dazed and confused] 

Those who abuse at sometime or another are quoted saying i wish i wouldn't have, and those on the other side of the fence saying should of. The overdramatic dance towards the middle. 

as long as i am breathing i will fill my voids with something. substance seems to lose its weight against the stubbornness of ego. 

Turn, turn, turn to the wind and the rain. 

"O come, angel band

  come and round me stand". 

Music- Sigur Ros- New Album

Thrice- Alchemy index: Earth and Air

Song: my latest sun is sinking fast

Movies: Wall.e