You get so alone at times that it just makes sense
over 2 years ago
during my worst times / on the park benches / in the jails / or living with / whores / I always had this certain / contentment— / I wouldn’t call it / happiness— / it was more of an inner / balance / that settled for / whatever was occurring / and it helped in the / factories / and when relationships / went wrong / with the / girls. / it helped / through the / wars and the / hangovers / the backalley fights / the / hospitals. / to awaken in a cheap room / in a strange city and / pull up the shade— / this was the craziest kind of / contentment / and to walk across the floor / to an old dresser with a / cracked mirror— / see myself, ugly, / grinning at it all. / what matters most is / how well you / walk through the / fire.
From "how is your heart" "what matters most is how well you walk through the fire."