December 12, 1997 
The past weeks have been chaos 
Overwhelming 

People in my life lost again 
Cera faded again 
Always cycles of losing touch 
Inanna went away 
Her body returned 
Soul did not 
Not to me anyway 
Probably for the best 
Saddening none the less 
Jenny disappeared in to the night 
Inevitable I guess 
Puce still true 
So far though 

Appears as though opportunity of lifetime passed me by 
Stuck in same hell job 
No out 
Opportunity obscured 

Hope dims 
Depression sets in 

The gift that makes a creative person who they are 
It's their curse 
Emotions can not stay inside 
We must pull them out 
Put them on display for the world do see 

Only time can cover these tracks 
Time is never fast enough 
But too fast when it is gone