Echos Of Existence

update year nine...x2... To remember what I started a cycle ago...my current pursuits linger in my chest as pressure rises from falling grades.   I'm treated like a homeless transient, although with the flare of fame...internet fame.   My guitar sits in the 50 year old boat i purchased with student loans.   I type this in a VA Homeless shelter.   I could walk away...I thought I could make a way...I start to fall to the memories of where it started, depressed, repressed, I wonder to and fro through the chambers of my memories.       I start to blame the ones obvious. The life partners I chose to share breath with, that gets me no where, as it always revolves around personal choice to stay, to share, to open that channel. When I remember the life I use to have, the pleasantness around each share, the way the sun shone on all those days...beautiful, until one event...even that...        2005...in a strange land...