since i last looked at the night sky.



the world has since changed.

the world has since cried.

this life has since become ill.



beyond what stars that appeal to me tonight, i have found grief in the yesterdays i have lived, and at times felt numb to what has happened to myself.


what grips me most of all, is that on this full moon, i stand here, right here, at this exact spot, looking forward and looking back, being sure.


confidence has killed me before, this life is to risky to make bets, is it to soon to place a guarentee on future decades? or perhaps stupid?



since the last time i looked at the night sky.

i finally grew some balls and wrote what was on my mind.



thats why im here, i want to know.