of coarse it will eventually hapen the inevititable, the 1 pt where the back must be turned.
the plan is to drop everything at the drop of a pin, to leave behind everything that i think i hold dear.
Yes Frankie I will fly with you to far Bombay.
That is the plan. out of this hell hole, the job creates liabilities, too many seekers and too true few friends left. the job gets in the way of life, the system is a trap and the mice run faster round the wheel. round and round they go until they die. at least they die, the rest just continue running.
sad this:> to be the third of many a triyumvirate, where the first deux will always almost certainly choose each other and you will be left but a shoulder lent and none returned.,
you are better off being no one, where no one knows you where you drift and get to know others offer a drink to get many an interesting tail but dun ever lose yourself recreate falseness, be a new you every once in a while.
what kind of life would that be? with no one to love and no love returned, but freedom at every turn and an infinite horizon of minds to explore and backgrounds to traverse.
love is a mistake of familiarity convenience infatuation.
I am not me anymore.
