the ability to suffer and endure,
that's nobility, friend.
the ability to suffer and endure
for an idea, a feeling, a way,
that's art, my friend.
the ability to suffer and endure
when love fails,
that's hell, old friend.
things are changing all over the place. i'm away more than i am home. i am happy about it. i am also intimidated by the prospect. living on the road was easy; it was a more desperate time. this isn't like that, but it isn't wholly different. i'm just learning how to die and passing the time with a sardonic grin.
if you think it is sad to think this way, then i am sorry for you. you've never seen the beauty i see everywhere. you might some day; you probably won't. i know may great people and have been known by them. i've lived well to this point.
into different days i plod, not new, just different. these are the twilight hours. these are the hours between enlightenment and suffering. i'm not worried though. no one reads this anyhow.
