PAYDinSNOW

No comments. I wish I could at least piss people off enough to say something. No inspiration

We are all alone

I walk away from the stress of another mans work, trade my shoes in for the wings of another bee. I have not yet found all the peace that I dreamed about. I have changed the big bar for something totally different. I wouldn't say that its cut and dry time, but the day is a little longer, and the sweat is heavier. It sticks to my skin. It sticks like the salt of the sea. I am drawn back into the chaos so often that its hard not to get lost in it. When the day falls back into the despair of the waisted thoughts. Waisted cares. Wasted energy. I am slowly beginning to think again for myself.