And in a pit of rage you wait. Beneath a constant cloud of black. No picture of sun to lead the way. You wait.
Cold wind leaves marks across my face, reminding me of this life that is dang-stank hard, lonely, and damn challenging when you have passion.
Voices pitch and wail, a few hundred smiles change hands, it's another day in sales, and my bones are ever slowly withering away to dust. There is no loyalty - this great big sea is filled with sharks. Even the guppies will claw a mighty bite.
The pavement calls. Miles of it. Seducing to be walked upon. An affair I miss deeply, especially when the weather begins to frost over. Cafes are the best places to hide when it's cold. Bury in a stash of words. Forget troubles.
The men are plenty, but still none hold my gaze. A few passing slow smiles. A few "get to know you" questions. "Yeah, the Peppers rock." "I'd like to write obits." "What's your name?" A subtle wink and half-curled smile.
Ease down, hun. You look like you just graduated - High school.
The end seems long yet not far behind, catching up close, like a speeding train. Another year passes, the faster the speed increases. Where did the year go? 2012 was a mess yet enlightening: I never want to live in LA.
I have much to do today.
