Originally written September 10, 2008
I’m searching for the wrong thing.
Maybe I’m going about it the wrong way.
Ha. Maybe. No. Not maybe.
For sure I’m going about it the wrong way.
eeesshhh. How do I escape this way?
I could turn around but I don’t even remember where I came from.
It’s like there is this thick cloud of smoke trailing behind me.
Behind every mistake made. every wrong thought. every slip of the tongue.