Its been a while that i’ve written something.
Let me rephrase that,
Something meaningful,
aside from my frequent array of short excerpts and silly blogs.
Lately, it seems as if i’ve been hiding in all the wrong places
Engaging in the wrong activities.
I’ve recently found myself pondering on the idea
Of change
Not the good type of change, if there is such
But the type where you cant simply click an undo button
or rewind back to where you came from.
A loss of touch with my identity perhaps,
Where its come down to the ultimate question of who am I becoming
To where i want to go.
Its been a while since i’ve last felt this way
It could be the excessive quantity of alcohol
I’ve ingested the past couple of days,
Or the loss of brain cells due to the
amount of times I’ve been out past 3 am getting high.
I’ve been running,
But which direction?
It depends on who you’d ask.
My mother and father would simply answer south
My dealers, north
Way up high
My friends, North West, maybe East South
Whichever way our drunk minds will allow us to.
Sorry, didn’t mean to drive your brain in circles solving riddles.
The point is, someone knows
And soon, I will to
Wether i find the answer in the bottom of my next spirit over the rocks
Or inbetween the ashes of my rolled up spliff.
If I’m lucky, hopefully in my dreams
when i finally get some sleep.
iamerikag 