Crumbling Walls -- Or Not.

How blurry is the line between peaceful solitude and isolation. You never know which side of the fence your on. It leads to a point where the wall you once built around yourself starts resembling a fortress and there dosen't seem to be a single someone interested enough to knock just one brick out. How hard you try to just keep from walking off the edge.

Varying shades of grey.

Its funny how a drum beat can bring a smile to my face any time, any place. Aimless wandering to ease a racing mind did not seem to help in the least. Shots of solitude with just a hint of the bitter sweet truth. Smack in the middle of this mental meandering faint heart beats of the rhythm is all there is to cling to. That seems to be enough for the moment though.

No more Thursday night revelry.