2/11/2008 -

swiging off a heaved little sigh off my undermined beverage,

i collected a breath of real air in storied packets of unrest.

and i know the hideous consequences have followed my path,

in mock disguise,

in chilling outface.

it doesnt seem to be turning a corner does it?

only my little moments of pumped adreanaline,

as i try and drown everything into a whirlpool of fervent moments,

and then it all starts again.

where is this bringing me?

where i think its unpleasant and unsightly?

or is there a miracle pending in the woods,

my saviour to come or my truth in despair?

either way,

i will find out soon.