Gone Baby Gone

If you want me gone, I'm gone.

I don't have to love you.

I don't have to care about you.

I choose to.

Because I'm a good person.

Because...

I've got your back.

I've got your back.

I've got your back.

Because I'm a good man in a storm.

A storm I weather Alone.

Alone.

Too late, I'm gone now.

If you want me gone, I'm gone.

Sometimes I'd like to give up. But I don't. I guess that's something

relapse

The darkness comes again, only this time there's no end in sight.

Earth Hour Musings

The desire to run is back again. This nagging feeling deep inside telling me to jump in my truck and drive until things are better. I want to go, to be gone, to be able to act without thinking. I'm restless. I can't focus, can't concentrate. I just want to be able to do what is asked without having to first beat myself into submission. I have no allies, no friends or confidantes. I have only myself to talk to and yes, i do it often. I crave structure and yet long to break every mold. I am indeed that which must overcome itself. The overman is me. The only battles i've lost have been with myself and yet my desire to avenge those losses still lingers. I have no place, no distinct home. I long to be both everywhere and nowhere at the same time, running toward my greatest desires and from my greatest fears. Though i see clearly what i want the future to hold i know absolutely what it does not. I am neither a pawn to be played nor the master strategist, I am simply the player making the best moves I can. This moment is my past, present and future all rolled into one. I'm taking what is done and making it what could be. Today though, i just want one simple thing: A smile. It can say so much without saying anything at all and if it's from someone in particular it can speak volumes.