Too Stubborn To Ask For Directions

It's funny.. how there can be so much chaos in the dark, how pouring yourself into the slanderous frequency of life's little distractions can seem therapeutic, but then you find yourself there once again, boiling in the quiet reflection of a bitter melody. The howling thrum of your own echo can beat sense in, and right back out of you. Confusion or Revelation? We all pick our own poison at one time or another. Tonight, I drink the sour mash of introspection; soberly gulp the tear of spirit from the ash of yesterday, wait for the pang of tomorrow. I'll write it down, like I always do; one more foolish note of a lost soul, searching for direction. Writing without the purposed map of self assurance, or the light to read notes I left for myself, just in case.. I end up, rounding another corner, that should look familiar... like I always do. -James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.