Logophobia

I'll tell you that I'm just tired - but I'm not.

I'm really just fed up with all the trash that I've been exposed to. Every evening it's like sorting through all the garbage I've picked up throughout the day, attempting to pick out what I intend to keep. Every morning I suffer from the same dilemma: do I keep an open mind and an objective spirit, or do I spend my time blocking out the foolishness that surrounds me? In the end all I have is hope.

Poetry.

Music.

Not people though . . . definitely not people . . .