My anguish,
Is that which
I long for.
Whereas one man’s passion,
Is another man’s poison,
I am both men.
Alike in dicotomy,
Alone in solitude.
I am lonely among many,
Surrounded among few.
Alas, this is my condition,
Without escape,
Without end,
Without.
9/9/99
Again, I have no idea what I wrote this about. Hmmmmmm…….