Lots of death all around, kinda weird. seeing how moments like these place perspective and gratitude within me. I never know how to answer myself sometimes with questions that I ask myself, but at least I know that there is an answer to it. Somehow I am asking myself whether predictability is on my side, like a bastard tumor that you just can't seem to get a handle on.
I feel a little disheveled, a little defeated to be honest. Somehow the maniacal seems more plausible than absurd and my fantasy is becoming more reality. I wish there was a way I could traverse it all, some instantaneous magic whisper I could be.
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