that it all just begins and ends with what we want out of our lives.
all that I have ever wanted to do, and it is one of the few things,
if not the only thing,
that I have been told that I was ever any good at,
was this business of trying to put words together.
yet in the course of to much coffee,
to many cigarettes,
I am still trying to make myself a writer,
and it just doesn't seem to be working right now.
I have come to far to put it all behind me now.