wdpckr71

02.04.2003

I have this tame life now, calm and not too complex. There
is no reason for moral ambiguity, no 'real' reason why
desisions are hard to make, hard to figure out the way to
go. Reason or not it is hard to see, to finde the path.
Before, when could see my soul through a clear plastic tube
and smell the blood in the air, I could easily choose. The
way way clear to see then, I knew the rules. Now, a
lifetime later, I can hardly stand up, barely able to
choose. And in the clear morning air I wonder if I will
ever return to the needel and the gun.