blankest year.

almost three weeks.
it's the same old story again.
over and over.
each and every city.
maybe one day we will tire of this game.

it hit me yesterday.
seems like we all ended up in this downward spiral.
just us.
and i have to rise above the mess.
hang on to the life line.
for me alone or for us all.

so i'm telling me.
accept responsibilities.
move on and forward.
let go and remember.
love and live.
...

people as places as people.

a guy sitting with a journal in the middle of the park at dusk. the tram rolled by and i caught a fleeting glimpse. it was familiarly me. me in my travels somewhere, basking in the atmosphere of a new city, putting my thoughts into words on paper. and i miss that me.

more than you are

so we say one thing today
to please each other
without honest sincerity.
and we say another thing tomorrow
to please ourselves
that's how it's played out.
should we begin honestly?
or end tragically?

what a time-waster
yet
i can't for the life of me
pull out of the mess.
europe, europe
will it erase it all?
or will it just be a temporary block?

and i know, i know,
i'm better than this
should be no hassle.
but knowing is not the same
as performing.
don't we all know that?