July 17, 2016
That's what we've got, staring us in the face, deep down from the heart of it all where it begins and ends. How we drive ourselves to the brink of madness just to avoid madness. Our sanity sits in the glove compartment. We keep to the steering wheel, but we don't know where we're going. We need to feel free of something, so we bond to everything, then complain of the bondage. It's our right to complain. We've made it our business to complain. The bondage speaks. It has a loud voice. We gave it that voice. Now it's ours.