Exhausted, without plausible cause.
I'm not sure what's missing; only that something definitely is. I seem to circle this bundle of emotional gunfire every once in a while.
Breathing, is the hardest thing to do ...
There are times in my life when words fail. It is these times that I wish I could just reply to everything with lyrics, shout them at passersby without provocation, scream them at the top of my lungs when no one is listening, and sit sullenly in a bar somewhere sipping a martini with the jukebox blaring.
No, I don't often drink beer at bars. If I'm in a bar paying for service, you can be damned sure I'm ordering a drink. I can crack a Corona Light and lime it with my eyes closed. If I walk into your view some night, fresh off the motorcycle, and you start making assumptions based on how I'm dressed or the way I'm walking, you're just the type I'd rather not speak to anyway.
Refer to the rock song of the moment for clarification, if you so choose. Sometimes I think the radio knows me better than any man ever will.
Suddenly angry and aggressive, without plausible cause.
Who am I kidding ... for that there's a very definite cause. One I've thus far been refusing to deal with on an emotional level.
With the lights out, this is dangerous ...
I walk like I mean it. If you know what's best, you'll likely get out of the way.
