journal entry

Journal # 09.20.16

Another night followed another day followed another, the rails scraped clean by braking, the trains screaming down the line. Somehow I killed my depression and went on living lightly. Then it came back hard bearing down and I jumped out of the way. What do you want with my life? I am not rich. I am not pure. I am not decent. I am convoluted and curse a lot. I eat Doritos for breakfast. I talk to cats like they are my children. I am a favorite scapegoat. An object of attraction. A third rail. Of all the people in the world…

must be
you want
what you cannot have


4 responses to “journal entry

  1. Just curious about inspiration from where productive artist source. i could write endlessly about everything, but I’m seriously considering blowing my head off

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