Mud It's impossible to wait for anything if you don't have faith that it will come. If I don't believe that things will eventually be alright, then I won't wait for it. I'll manufacture my own defective kind of happiness. I have thousands of reasons to believe that this won't work and that I'm just putting myself through this for the sake of absurdity. Absurdity in that I know that this won't work, but I'll do it any way. It's a killer way to think, seeing every opportunity in the world as nothing more than a bigger booby trap. True I'm lying face down in the mud right now, but it's better than burning. And occasionally I look up, wipe the mud off my face, and notice the people around me, running through the jungle without setting off a single trap. Ignorance is bliss, not knowing where the trouble lies. But I know where the trouble is, and I'm drawn to it and it's inescapable magnetism, so I'm gonna put my face down again.  ¶ 7:46 PM