[confused]

so instead of celebrating, we took a drive to the northern part of the city. slouching in the driver's seat, i was lost in thoughts when we passed a memorial cross for somebody who died in that spot on the side of the road, implanted on the side of the hill.

it all comes flooding back to me. it seems the greatest goal i want to achieve anymore is to become nothing more than some wooden sticks nailed together, forgotten about, on the side of the road.

it's hard to find the joy of living when all i can see is the joy of dying...

January 03, 2004 - 11:23 pm