Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

And I go back to this idea because in all fairness, where else can I go?Where else can I go if I have no better place than this?Who else can I turn to if I have no one else?And if I have no one else, then let me turn to you here.Or, at least let me try. I go back to the idea that you can’t care. You just can’t.You can’t care about the psychopaths or the angry ones or the enemies at the gates.You have to ignore them.Ignore them and the hypocrites and their lies and their accusations and the rumors they spread.Ignore the banter because this only draws you in, which is all they want anyway.Right?Stalkers want attention.So do enemies.This is their life.How amazing this is for them . . . right? You can’t look left or right. Just straight ahead. You can’t give in. You can’t let yourself succumb to your common distractions or nurture your usual intimidations.Let that shit go . . .You can’t care about these things because in hindsight, you will look back your life and see how this was always…