to drink, or to draw?

To drink, or to draw? To lay down, or to fight? When is enough actually enough? When is giving up acceptable, and when is it frowned upon? To fall, or to climb? To fail, or to succeed? To churn your guts for months undecided, or stick to your guns?

To point the finger or to pull the trigger?

Two years is a long time when you're skimming the serated edges of the curb..the gutter. Grinding your teeth on raw cement.

Grinding your teeth with the bums, the drunks, the junkies. Deciding wheather to excel, or give up.
Deciding wheather taking everything, and I mean everything, out of your pockets, and throwing it to the wind hoping perhaps that like a boomerang it will return bringing a voice more fortunate than the one which gave it such a low-key send-off.

Where do you draw the line? If you ponder for one minute the magnitude of failure, and the burden that comes with it; does that make it ok? Do you fall into failure like a hammock set up for the weak? Do you take those steps? Backwards in origin and lack of faith?

Draw your sword. Draw your fate with a permanent marker instead of the chalk you were given. Take two steps forget what brought you there.

This is hard work, dedication, faith, tears, depression, and glee.
This is grace; this is what we've become. A mechanism geared for forward movement with shrapnel in the works. It grinds and screams to be halted but still, we move forward. To quit or continue?

We strive to continue.
We strive for nothing short of total fulfulment. Hopefully each breath taken from here on in is a breath leading to relief.



good: big chilli, hot showers, poison the well.
bad: iphones, dsn, tomatoes