Friday, July 28, 2006

A Peek Inside





You are a survivor, a little battered, a little bruised, wind tattered from the storm. A little glue, some duck tape, sticks and string holding you together. Not the same, changed for the worse or changed for the better, still not sure. Stronger, but ever so much more cautious. Those stealing glances, unseemingly quick looks, what is hid, what is shared? Observing and being observed. Wanting anonymity but yearning to be discovered. This is my blog.

6 comments:

Nickelodeon GT said...

Good heavens... So profound and borderline apocolyptic... and I feel ya.

Hang in there. ;-) Nice to hear someone else is at least aware of their state of being.

Ward Cleaver said...

Interesting how you can easily read my thoughts and feelings (by this post).

Spider said...

You know Stephen - sometimes that pain comes from sitting on the fence for so long... the pickets tend to eat into your ass after awhile...

I think if we are all honest with ourselves, we are ALL held together with duct tape, sticks, string and a little glue - just some are more tightly glued than others... but we all have the same basic structure - a need to be loved, accepted, held, looked up to by others, wanted...

Oh yea, and to he fucked senseless by that guy in the picture - you could carve roast beef on those abs...

Hypoxic said...

I think you're getting there my friend. Little by little.

My guess is you've changed for the better - at least I hope so.

As Spider said, the glue, duct tape, sticks, and string are common to most of us, if not all of us.

Hope you have a great week!

Kevin

Hypoxic said...

PS LOVE that picture!

john said...

Profound!! Love it!!!