Pathetisad

If I’m running towards something, all I can say is that I might as well try my best to make it there.

I will, I will, and I will.

Catatonic Catastrophe.

Sat down today and realized my fear of being surrounded by Nicholas Sparks loving, braindead morons. The gang was all there, and I was part of the gang. Now the gang is a part of me.

Sad truths are often kept from sight.

At least the warmth we create is real, right?

Unrelenting lamenting.

Time consumes and life resumes.

Together we’re just a mess.

Given what I know and given what I don’t, it’s easy to see that not that much means a lot to me.

But you do, and hey that’s something, right?

A puppet without string is a beautiful thing.

Cardiac arrest is just a song we sing.

There’ll be a sunny day soon I swear, I’ll be there, square and spare. 

A twinkle taking fiction’s form for forlorn dreamers to adorn with scorn.