something is better than nothing but nothing beets the real thing...

There is nothing here I have to say….no words here I have to write…no sentences left for me to put together…I am empty….more so I am at an end….I am traveling in the dark no wind on my face but its cold as shit…it feels like all things are at zero…I have tones of energy burning in my pocket…and a passion for things waiting to fuel the fire…and there I am a kid in a blind fold with a donkey tail in my hand but I hear nothing…I am on an island in the middle of nowhere, and so I built a bridge, but it doesn’t connect to me…arms out stretched reaching for anything to grab onto to lead me my way, but I lost trust and hope, I have no faith that I am not just walking in circles, that I will find that jack ass or pin that fucking tail…but I refuse to stand still…I trip I fall I stumble and hurt myself over and over again, but I have to keep going…my heart has a huge hole in it, its been beaten and abused and I wear it on my sleeve, I put it out there like a glass slipper, and its my soul that rides around slipper in hand searching peoples eyes like doors to their souls…my mind is tired, tired of caring what you think, tired of riding around in the dark…tired of all the talk and disappointment…so there it is, in this place again…