A boost, a leg up, or

... a swift kick in the head is what I need to get out of here. Day in, day out. It's the same old thing pretending to be only 50% of me. I know in different places wth those different faces I could be at least 80% me.

Fear. Its fear that keeps me here. Lack of funds does that, too. Bills. Can't just leave them. I have to save. Save myself somehow or have died before I ever lived.

...and that would be waste.

Wouldn't it?

Haunted again

a cool moonlit breeze rattles my blinds as she steals my love in dreams

Still Crazy...

... after all these years.

Still wondering if I will ever escape this place, this pace, this race.

I have built a fabulous fortress of humdrum and droll.

Day in,
day out.