Poor direction in the beggening, but the feed in which i developed wasn't pure. Tainted with back hands, and perpetuated, accepted ignorance.
Comes in a large facet of colours, size, choices, tastes. So acceptable, so tastlessly styless and modern. But the box wasn't an acceptable standard, so it was abandoned for poverty and cheap laughs.
Laughs are documented and remembered, they are the foundation, the stiching of life. When i laughed so hard that i could barely breath it presented me with a moment in which i cherished. I still talk about this time. I wish i still had this time. I wish i remembered clearly.
I used to panhandle on the streets of victoria and vancouver when i was 19.
I never did any drugs, no that wasn't it. I mean, i smoked pot, but that's obviously not what put me there. It broke something in me, and presented a new reality and personality. I ate a breafast of dollar pizza and slushy, thinking about this being the end all. Figuring out how i was going to survive.
Now what am i
I have a home and a great job.
tell me what now.
have i succeeded at all>
will i be in poverty forever, and look up to the windows and straight to the bricks.
I wear my scars like a map, directions to the years i've endured.