Monday, September 19, 2011

There is no comfort.

Not for me.

There never was.

Never has been.

Perhaps one day there will be.

Perhaps one day my mind will finally drive itself to the point of ruin necessary to admit that I am finished.


But for now, I must know more.

I must never be satisfied with my understanding.


  1. Hayden, I am replying to your last few posts in this one comment (just for sake of efficiency). I don't understand what's going on, what medication you have been taking or what is causing you such discomfort, but as I mentioned in my Facebook comment earlier today I wish you peace. To some extent I can understand what it means to live with inner turmoil, I feel conflicted each and every day. It can't be easy. But good things are coming your way. You care about the world and you do what you can to improve it. I can't put labels on my belief system, but I do believe in karma. Good things come to good people. And your rewards will be here with time. If you ever need anything you know how to reach me, I'll be happy to listen to whatever is going on with you. Take care and be well, my friend.


  2. Thank you, Shane. That means a lot.

    I sincerely hope that you are right.