the confusion is the illusion

things were so quiet...
life was peaceful, if a little bland...
went on my way without a thought to these things...

then came a dove; a little glimmer of hope... it lit the sky like lightening
made the clouds suddenly visible, but cleared, making room for the sun too, where there was none before...

the light highlighted the emptiness that had filled the air before it came...

if i can't keep the light, and i suspect i can't... how do i get the quiet back??

it's too early to know what the fuck I'm doing here...
it's way too early to ask what i am to you...
i do know that, nothing else; but i do know that...

knowing doesn't stop the craziness from not knowing from creeping in...

i can't write right today. what the hell??

i need to remember to focus my scope on what matters to ME. that's the part i have trouble with.

what do I want from YOU... that's the track i need to be driving.

i hope this was therapeutic or something because it's not doing anyone any favors to read, is it?