JosephThomas

I want to go, walk away, if I'm not happy in this place…but I want to stay, just to know, that you'd still be there the next day….so…what do you do, when you get to that fork in the road, and you forget which way the old man selling chickens a few miles back told you to go??? How can you create your own compass, from a hand-full of mud, a few broken sticks, and the old face of a wrist watch? I doubt you can….{here comes the indifference} [Frustration visits my Misery, just to say hello…but, he tends to stick around a few days, because he's from out of town…] *heavy sigh* Brooding into my thoughts, these endless nights, alone, {so cold out}...