It's been nothing but personal battle and spiritual, soul-tempering fire out here in Drexel Heights, AZ~
If I leave, then my old man will be all alone out here... I can't abandon him for this- not for any of this measly shit. Nothing I've faced here is worth calling 'enough' for love's sake~
But as I was thinking earlier today- of that Bono song- '...what more, in the name of love..?'; surely all this pain, hatred, and raw chaos is..?
Nah, nothing's enough... the more I see...
...the less likely to finish that sentence, I am, lol.
Just sucks cuz the whole time I've been here, I've been telling myself kinda, that it's 'an exception'. Just kinda DOING it but without it making any sense, like reasoning out my intentions is some breath I found I didn't have to just hold, I could also just breath from somewhere else, or not not-breath or somethin lol~ mama mia, I'm a poodle~
