March on...

so it's march already, just another month to april huh? where everything i set out to accomplish here will be over. everything i wanted a few years back, i'll have. but at what cost? at what satisfaction? i don't have any yet...personal devourerness, has gone. i don't seem to want anything, don't seem to have fire anymore. but no fuel no fire, no fire no burn, no burn no success, no success no victory. and victory is what we all set out to obtain. some do it in the most bloodiest manner, and some plain simple math, 1+1=3.

'give me fuel, give me fire, give that which i desire....'

i miss lying on my moms lap, as she plays with my hair and tell me, one day you'll be somebody, and you'll come home to me and still and always be here to feed you...i miss home, but i still lack the courage to go home. i still endure pain at the sight of that return flight ticket.

later...

~DeadMan Fear Of Return~