Another day rises. What lies ahead is only the unknown. Yesterday held more of the same, one can only imagine what is in store for today.

Obviously what happens and the reactions we have to it are up to the individual. I am aware of that only wishing greatly that I was not my heavy handed critical shit that I seem to have become.

Disliking so much in life and so much of myself finding no room anywhere to change that. When looking around and spotting the pieces of the un-wanted I am left holding a string to a very small piece that does not even belong to me anyway.

How does one start a new? Some motions within ones self must be made. What if the only motion one wants is not acceptable? What then.

Continuing on the path of destruction hoping that some final blow comes along forcing the desperately needed change.

Peace.