In days long past, the world seemed to be dauntingly huge. As the days turned to weeks, and the weeks too months, I look back at the world, and cry. How much has transpired in a relatively short period of time, and I am still the same shy, angst ridden, guy, who has donned a million masks, just to fit in. And still I struggle. Not because I don't understand. Maybe that is the issue, I think I understand too much, think I know too many people and things. But I don't know a damn thing.
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