Ten Years

On Friday it will have been ten years.

The 20th of January 1996, I remember most of it like it were yesterday, but there is one part I am glad I will never remember.

Ten years, that's a long time, it took me nine to get my life back on track. I'd tried before mind you, things just always fell apart. I wonder will I make it this time?

Would I change that day if I could? I'd move heaven and earth to change it, but if I did, who would I be now?

It's our actions and occurrences that make us who we are, if that evil day had never transpired 10 years of my life would have to be rewritten.

Who would I be? And would I like what I'd become?

It's funny, before that curse-ed day I wanted to be a cop... then I lost faith in the system.

I approved the poems publishing...
I went shopping....
I bought a leather case, a laptop bag, a zip thingy, a game and...
Three new books, what I've read of the first one so far is great.

Also got a new game so I wont be posting as often or as well as previously until I tire of the game.

15-01-06

I was driving through the hood tonight on my way home, and there in the gutter was a guy getting gang bashed by about 20 other males. I had to swerve to miss them. I slowed down and they backed away from their victim. I didn't stop. I didn't stop. I should have helped him, I should have dragged him into my car and driven him to safty, but I didn't stop.

I was scared, scared the attackers would hurt me, scared the victim would carjack me, but no doubt my fear could never equal the amout of fear that poor boy in the gutter was feeling. I am a weakling, always have been. I use words to keep myself out of danger, which means I don't react we when put into violent situations. I'm trained in the art of seldefence, but I doubt that will help me in hand to hand combat. It's not my problem, but I should make it my problem.

I didn't even call the police... Didn't even stop.

Murder

I must do something involving murder, I've danced around the suject long enough. I thought I wasn't worthy, that my acts in no way could compare to the greats, but so wait, even if I fail to meet my own expectations, at least I'll have tried.

Conspiracy Theory #831

I was discussing diseases and antidotes today and I wondered something.

Wars were used to cull the population, we don't have major wars anymore.
Is it possible the governments are withholding cures to such things as aids and cancer in order to dwindle our numbers?

I wonder.

Untitled

Sky is crying
Wind is colde
Your hands are missing
Earth all barren
Lyfe is dying
Nature unfoldes
You are missing
Eyes are sad as sad eyes always are
No matter how much I run to the, you will always be too far
Lying downe all hope gone
Just darkness now
I am alone

tagged by Riccie

What are you addicted too?

I have to name 5 things I am addicted to and then tag 5 more people and go on their blog and tell them they are tagged. Hmm....lets see:
Five things I am addicted to:

1) the ocean, yes it's an addiction.

2) Smoking

3) Arguments, with a compulsion to be right.

4) breathing... if I could live without breathing I would

5) Writing and painting