(a break in ales)

My brain is the wonder in the dawn of our eyes where old men tremble and the youth still wrestles with the torturous crutch of innocence.

It's a new day coming. new year. new chance at living a life without the lies that mark us for cheap metaphors, running the grounds of self-parody with our daily swan song of self-destruction.

Do i think this year will be different? do i think there's a chance that this time i might just stand as tall as i think i have in the past? can i trascend myself? rise up out of hiding and burn down the house of cards i pretend is a chance at making and indelible stain on the face of humanity?

I fucking hope so.

Because the last thing i fucking need is to let this life get away from me again. the last thing i want is to miss out on every fucking thing i could possibly be just to dwell in the bonds of safety i wear so fucking regularly.

And it's time for me to get my head on again and start to living impossibly.