Time and time again I catch myself drifting through life in a cloud of inconsistency. I have perfected uncomfortable silences. I can sense the onslaught of uncertainty, detecting bits and pieces of its forthcoming, it trickles down like small rocks just before the slide, baits me like a Texas Rig dancing around the fat lips of a wide mouth bass, and I desperately wish it to be obvious to you. I want you to feel my predicament, and know it completely, know the passion that fuels my soul, but what will surely be my demise. I feel more alone in a crowd of people than I do in a room by myself. I have made every attempt, but simply do not possess the state of mind, or even more, the ability to accomplish what I was put here to do. Like Crape Myrtles in August. I have succumbed to a mix of love and laziness, a developing fervor for the simplistic and a lessening fondness for things that interrupt those simple times. There was a time when I was full of indecision and complicated thought, a time when my focus had become materialistic and worldly. The irony of it all was the fact my future was so obvious even at an early age. Strangely enough over time I have become the very antithesis of everything I ever wanted. I wanted fortune and notoriety, power and influence most of which, if I had acquired as a younger me, would have been devastating to the longevity of my existence here on earth. Now I'm content with me as a spirit, as a person, and as an artist.....,but sometimes I just make things up.
