At night I can sit with my head on the bars
My face to the window as I look to the stars
I turn the light off and I hope no one sees
A trembling of eyelids and these tears that I bleed
Just one of so many with so many alone
Concrete and steel, we call insanity home
Our tongues become whips and our fingers are fists
Longing for love where it can never exist
I search for an answer in the blackness of night
A fragment of peace on the edge of my life
A star ...
I never thought I'd be able to continue posting AFTER my release from prison. Things are very hectic for me right now. It seems that all the continuity of scheduling in prison was thrown out the window the day I was released. Suddenly, after five years, I'm expected to be my own man again, where before I wasn't allowed to. It's daunting, but I'm getting through it.
On another note, every officer I came in contact with on my way out of those prison doors was really nice to me. I wonder if they were just happy to be ...