2004-12-25 - 3:45 a.m.
There were two of them; different in every way possible. Under pressure they were both idiotic.
One would become impotent; reverting to childhood, the basic human form of art, crying in that way. It was like trying to awaken a corpse; but that was the way this person chose to grieve.
The other was pathetic in comparison. Reverting to the clinched fist of resistance; the basic human urge to possess, grieving in that way. It was like trying to reason with a mountain; but that was how this person bled.
Sometimes I compare myself to others and I'm disapointed, other times I'm am just curious...but still wanting for something good and wholesome to believe about myself. Have you ever tried to believe in yourself? Bet you were left pretty miserable in the end. This was a tough year. Man, I'm not anything if not amused; cause I doubt things will be like this in May.
For the record, I love April, but I've always hated May.
