Carry-on

If life is a journey I've visited many places. My belongings, thoughts, regrets all exposed. For eyes to examine, critique, and handle. People telling me whats acceptable to continue on and whats not. People searching trying to find something that isn't there. I've already plotted, planned, and blueprinted. it's a matter of being accepted on this flight we call society and i prefer to sky dive. I've packed my heart, my dignity, and my intellect. All i'm missing is my self respect. I plan to find it when i take my plunge. I've learned not to take extra baggage on my journey its only bound to fuck up everything else. Sooner or later i'd wanna give it all up since it's weighing me down so much. I've been in fuckville for too long it's time to relocate. I'll send you a post card. (© copyright 2005)all rights reserved