Change Gon’ Come

I feel like my plane is in holding pattern, circling and circling, waiting to land.

This was a hard year, a fucked up year. After not sleeping out of my own bed more than 5 times in 20 years, I have lived in five places this year. Right now I am living in a shelter apt on Flatbush avenue, a fucked up little spot with two rooms and bare walls, a jail cell it looks like…

I am going to try the drugs for my mind and my body. I fasted for 10 days one time and at the end of the fast my stomach was still big and hard. Thats not natural. I can’t shake my depression… no matter how much I tell myself to getittogether.