i post again.
waiting in line. knackered like ringo, alert like paul, having a fag like george, couldn't be bothered like john.
shock and hot, stinging tears. shock, and numbness. shock, and compass going whack. powerless - beat up - resigned.
"when i find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom; let it be. And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom; let it be. There will be an answer, let it be"
i try not to think of myself as royally fucked anymore.
still numb though. cold, distant, hurting- like a wounded dog.
"And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself. Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself"
Karma (Police) is like that. Balance.
"Redemption's climb is the steepest if the good we did is soiled with secret shame."- Shantaram
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