What do I think? That I may need some sort of direction. There's blood in the sink and puke in my nose, on my face, on the floor. The resurrection doesn't seem to sink in as far as it should, but I feel I believe, but don't understand.

I need a drink and an ankle. Disgraceful thoughts are at hand; to think how disrespectful, ungrateful and unchanged I am. I need a desire to correct and heal, but evade, avoid and rot. I can't walk so I'm forced to sit here and battle myself. I claim I'd change if I could, but don't and can, and should. I should pick myself off the floor and act like a man.

I need new Perspectives, more thought, a reminder. I need motivation, to be kinder, to find her. What do I think? I need refreshment, to test this to press for progress. I truly need to understand, but don't yet fully know my stance. I'm not a kid and don't feel like a man. I try to hold my spot, but loose my place in line. I try to hide when I'm right; try to justify what's wrong.

I wish i could walk away and occupy my time with more than bad attitudes and self aimed anger, this pen and paper and thoughts of strangers, actors and writers and thieves of dreams and the people who live out my fantasies and scenes on TV that will never be and world monuments and the seven seas and friends of mine in other countries and the fact that I'm still here wondering what I think about my life and its current direction. What do I think? I should follow my heart and sleep on the floor.