Eigth Day

Eighth day. What’s new? Nothing. I hope she’s safe and in a good place. Let out what’s pent up. Pen up what’s already been let out. I take it back. Shit, now I’m beyond it and don’t want it. It’s useless. Keep trying, hoping, striving, reaching for something that has already found me and left just as quickly. No time. Wait, what? If this ends up being the last thing I ever write………so be it. It’ll be good enough for someone to say, “Hey man, Steve wrote that.” What a shame. LIVE ON THE PRESENT, FUCK THE PAST AND FORGET THE FUTURE. It all ends HERE.