how many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
i don’t know much, but i know this: today i’m a step closer to getting lost in the abyss. a foolhardy, flippant, devil-may-care delinquent. a derelict, lost-boy, perpetual adolescent.
a modicum of modesty i still seem to lack. a morsel of integrity is all i ever hack. a sliver of sincerity, a scintilla of truth – a soupçon of probity, what happened to my youth?
a wisp of aspiration, a splinter of a dream. fleeting moments of clarity is all that ever seems, to be even possible: i don’t know how to cope. a grain, a hint, a jot – a particle of hope.
and so here we are. alone once more, alone at last! me and my best friend – misery – enjoying a sweet second of reverie. a snippet of a chance crushed by a smatter of loss. and once again here i am drowning in my thoughts.