November 27, 2000: In circles we travel before resting

A society addicted to happy times—laughter made of cotton candy. I sit here and write, write whatever falls. I’ll write until the ink becomes dry. Frustration and anger aren’t one in the same—yet it’s easier to get angry because it’s identifiable. From frustration grows anger. From disappointment anger appears. Shame, fear, test the walls surrounding each and once anger’s been invited—like a dog, I begin to bark. They say my words are sharp… No, they’re angry!