Well, It's Been a Long Day

Yes, yes indeed it has. Life sure is a female dog sometimes, let me tell you. Sometimes it just likes to kick you while your down, pour lemon juice on an open wound, point and laugh when the kids who stole your pants put them on the flagpole for everyone to see. You know; that kind of thing only not so materialistic. Not so physical, better put. Things you can't just put a band aid on and wait until it heals over. Curve balls that life throws you because it knows it'll strike you out to next week and, man, I sure can't hit curve balls. Let's just say that, you know that long road I've been traveling on, well, there are several shortcuts. Shortcuts that lead to somewhere or nowhere, but nobody knows and nobody asks...except for me. I thought this road was my road? The one I was down until I reached its bitter end? Now I'm not so sure. Silence is not helping either. I dread going home and sleeping even more so. Long periods where the mind does nothing but wander aimlessly through the less desirable thoughts of one's mind. What a terrible thing to do. Wander off of the road you never wanted to be on, but must if you wish to see the end.
Then night comes and with only a flicker of a lighted candle, you walk on.
But to where?
~The Ramblings of a Troubled Wanderer
Nick