i've decided to see a shrink today. seriously. i'm gonna set up an appointmet tommarow.
2002-11-02 5:24 a.m.

the lion walks restless in his cage

to and fro to and fro

no escape

and he roars. the ferocity of the lion is clear to all. he roars and he shouts and he screams and he roars.

as he roars, my vocal chords quiver and almost tear apart. they're not built to handle the roars of the king of all animals, the roars of the beast which is locked against its will for what seems like forever, for no apparent cause.

i'm only the messanger don't look at me, i don't mean to be so dramatic.

so i calm down the lion.

and it can't go on forever. it tires. for now it tires. it stops roaring. it walks to and fro to and fro again. and slower. and even slower.

eyes shutting more and more with each breath.

for now.