these are the days of my life becoming the more, desiring less and the exile voice in my head. I’m always watching. people love their comfort zone and their facades. i hate to be surrounded by that apathy. galls me that they think that i am in tune with their half living. why do i allow them to even paint their silly pictures for me. is it because of a certain astrological attribute that i once advertised? never mind the stars. these are the days of my life in america. as i learn i grow. as i watch i catch the essence of the day for better.