If I am feeling compelled to try, then why not go all out. Why else, would I be here in front of a computer screen and plying my way through all this self-doubt, don't you guys get it? I could be looking at life from a different perspective, lose this moribund eye, lose the trappings of the standard comfort riddled life and breath the filthy air of reality. Sure it could mean losing many things, money, stature, family, and most of all the simple gift of sanity and ingenuity. I could go for days without any inspirational moments and then while eating a mundane sandwich, I end up with visions to drive half a dozen poems. Sometimes I like to think I would rather freeze to death while crossing the artic on foot with nothing more than a compass. It feels like I am isolated as it is anyways, so why fight it, those days of having my own clique are long past and behind me. All I know is I do get a sense of satisfaction whenever I pen another poem or journal and yes sometimes even create a new piece of music. What else can really compare to that sense of self and freedom of expression.
