The new box

So the first decade swept by

Took with it the innocence i held onto like a safety blanket being torn away

I am stark naked now..... My flesh visible to the world

My eyes heavy with all thats gone by..my ears deafer than before ..cause now I just don't want to listen anymore

Im tired of searching and hoping for things that elude me with a defiance any rebel would be proud of

How do I make peace with it all...

Ah to hell with it. I have survived everything thats been thrown at me so far. I will continue.

Not saying I've had it bad....but u know how it is...everyone thinks they've got it bad.

So true to that...I like to say yeah man I survived. According to the Mayans next year is our last.

If that is true then this year better be a kickass one.

Or not whatever. I have no expectations, however I will try to get what I want...not in the ways Ive used before....because if those ways were correct...I would have received what I want.

So many things puzzle me. Its a scary place standing in front of this new box. The flap is wide open and its quite empty. I have to start filling again. Yeesh. I hope I do a better , more organised job this time.

For the last box was amazing and I do not regret its contents....

But for this one I am wiser....

And assume myself to be a better packer.....

All I need now is some tape to hold the box together.

And steady hands.

The new box is empty and hence promising.