Same Old Same Old

Aching bones.
Tired eyes.
Chewing on my moustache.
I was here yesterday,
and the day before that,
and the day before that.....

The unforgiving mid-winter wind lets me know im still half alive.
I sprint through these days with out hesitation,
all the while choking on the tiny peices of my own heart.
Poisonous waves of blood and guts
wake me each morning,
and I am learning to stay afloat.
slowly but surely.
12/18/06