20110113

20110113

Talking helps they say
And it does somewhat
But what helps more
What helps more is quiet
Heaps of blessed quiet
Noise of the balance of nature
My only companion
The road, my footsteps
No one commanding me
No one admonishing me
No opinions
No distractions necessary
Only the music of progress
Toward a goal
What a sick fucking joke
I don't believe it for a second