Friday, July 18, 2008

  • Helpless...Helpless...Helpless


    Like Neil Young I am awaiting the big birds flying across the sky. Tired, exhausted and helpless...I keep my eyes toward the sky. Compassion comes unwilled and unrecognized. Times when I'm not at work I can easily drink beers and not blink. I am not lost, I have not died...I am simply living, working and slowly dying. No depression...just tired. Will have a vacation in a the beginning of August....hope all of my friends on Xanga are well. Bless you all.


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