moving on

the red haze has lifted again. the devil inside me has lost.

credit must go to bones for guiding me out of that long dark tunnel.

guess what he said is pretty true: just f**k it and move on. he said many other things as well, but that's what struck me most.

be myself.

i look up at the angel's wings hung on the clotheshanger, pick them up again and drape it on.

why do i always see my failures and other people's successes when i can instead, see my successes and other people's failures?