I Need Some Older, Wiser Being To

I Am So Hungry For A Big Smashing Creative Burgeoning Burdened Love.

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

How Frail The Human Heart Must Be - A Mirrored Pool Of Thought.

So Much Working, Reading, Thinking, Living To Do. A Lifetime Is Not Long Enough. Nor Youth To Old Age Long Enough. Immortality And Permanence Be Damned. Sure I Want Them, But They Are Nonexistent, And Won't Matter When I Rot Underground. All I Want To Say Is: I Made The Best Of A Mediocre Job. It Was A Good Fight While It Lasted. And So Life Goes.

I Felt My Lungs Inflate With The Onrush Of Scenery—air, Mountains, Trees, People. I Thought, "this Is What It Is To Be Happy.