Myriad

At the end of the day all you have is yourself.

No matter how well someone might know you they will never know the full extent of your madness. Your joy. Your sorrow.

It doesn't really matter how hard you try to kill it. That small lonely piece of you will always be there.

And the choice is yours. Accept it for what it is. Or deny, deny, deny.

But nothing you can do will ever change this simple fact. Embrace it. With open arms.

Find out who you really are. Let the wolves at the door fall silent... and breath.

I find myself having to stop and stand, with gaping mouth at the awe and wonder of it all. It amazes me that such a thing is even possible, let alone that it's happening to one such as myself.

Strangers from distant lands, friends and kind hearted roustabouts.

There is a saying which states that "familiarity breeds contempt" and another equally cutting statement which claims that "absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Two sides of the same coin, one could argue.

Nevertheless. Appropriate as they may be, they still barely begin to ellucidate my current state of mind.

Sitting there I began to wonder. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I running back to these people? What is it about them and about myself that keeps taking me back?

I find it gives me great pause when I think upon it. What is this unique quirk of fate that continually drags me northward?

And at times, it does my fucking head in.

The absurdity of the situation. The fact that if it wasn't for myspace I would never have met these people. I owe Tom a great deal. I owe you all a great deal more.

Many thanks. Once again.

I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me 10 things I don’t already know, and make me laugh.

I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.

And if you can do that I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings.

Just have something in there.

- Henry Rollins