Your Honor, beg my pardon.

Sometimes I wish I weren't quite me. That I could collectively select my greatest qualities and traits based on my own humble opinion and the selective input of a few others. Then I'd compile them into some other form. A more desirably emptied shape-shifter. Self exploration or perhaps self involvement but what's the difference anymore? It's hard to distinguish the differences between the two at times, what with all of the freely tossed accusations and the resulted clouded judgment.

I want you. But
I can't have you.
This unfortunate scenario applies to several things that may or may not directly intersect with my life right now.

Well, fuck. It appears that the signal is currently scrambled.
I'll leave you with select words better spoken by those before me.


"Now ghosts they have their secrets, and they'll tell them to a few
So you can never pay attention, when they're whispering to you.
There were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have,
But the way your eyes would gloss over, well I never envied that.
And I doubt you'll ever come back now from wherever it is you are
'Cause you never understood what we loved you for.
I'm sure the T.V. sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel
Till then I'll have a million conversations about shit that isn't real
But I'll try to breathe in meaning, dig deep through every gasp of air
Cause I know you did the same thing for as long as you could bear.
I guess everything just circles 'round to where it was before.
So I hope I'll see you soon in some other form."

And in closing, a random photograph: