monster
now i am at the fringes of that monster of an ocean responsible for stripping everything but my name from me, my back is towards it, i am smelling an all-too familiar breeze, though i am not quite ready yet. been filling up any hint of vacancy with booze and company. i am only just slowly getting into it. i have never been one to make abrupt changes, but i keep it all inside my wormy little brain and so everybody sees it as volatility. i protest the only way i know how - silently - world weary eyes brushing to the side, wishing my mouth could be as eloquent as the words dribbling through my mind. i've taught myself not to try so hard to be understood, i don't always have to be understood, i used to wish somebody'd try to understand, but it doesn't really matter does it.