Ground Zero

Nobody will read this and just as well; I’d much rather be talking into the void than having my words dissected, twisted and thrown back in my face at pretext of holding a rational debate by people who couldn’t care less anyway. 

A twisted tangle of thought and feeling, which only writing can transcribe into coherence. It used to come easy….too easy really; effortless. 

It’s been a while and it’s no longer as easy. So many things to say and so little time to say them. The endless tyranny of making a living, with no time left to think. And the years keep slipping away.