I write and write and wonder.. where do these words go? I am not so sure about the order and logic of how things are organized here in this space. I am not sure I like the theme I have chosen either. I am open and brutally honest. Frankly, I’d like to be holed up …
The Wheel
Is it so much to do something right without bounds to the financial motivation of another? I am tired and grow impatient. I am only a rant in rat skin trying to carry home a small block of cheese. Is there no reprieve?