It's been over a year, again. If you're reading this, "Hello there old friends, or maybe new visitors." I've been many strange places, and can only describe what has happened in prose form. Instead of writing from the psych ward, or about the psych ward, I now work for the psych ward. Things have a funny way of coming full circle don't they. I've had my own bouts of whatever you want to call it...teen angst, quarter life crisis, depression, general don't-give-a-shit syndrome, but now that I'm faced with it every day in some way, shape, or form my little fits were relatively benign. I have seen true mental instability, true pain, horror, and disorientation so profound that you begin to wonder what else is the mind capable of. When women shroud themselves in clothing because they believe their essence might leak out through the pores in their skin you can't help but be amazed and a little curious.
So that's what I've been doing. I'm in love now, and my girl is in Alaska. She just moved there so I guess before long I'll be heading back to the place where all this non-sense started.
If you're reading any of my stuff I really appreciate it. There are not too many people in my community that have an appetite for poetry good or bad. Thanks again.