Caught up, staring at the ones holding the upper hand, we find ourselves sliding off into another land, the never-mind jesters and forget-me-not winks of a foreign thought, a slight muse, a stupid, undeniably stupid dream.
~I wanted to hear something; not just words, but meaning and emotion. I wanted to be chased, but not if it meant forcing you to chase me~
I can see it clearly now; we are all simple minded creatures of habit in the end. What we have learned in the past defines who we are today. If we don’t like that, boo fucking who. Nothing can be changed, nor can anything be gained, by wishing for change. It’s a waste of time, casting out nighttime glances at the stars, as if those dead lights from a billion miles away can do anything to save a poor and pathetic life such as this.
~When we are drowning we try our best to stay afloat, but without something to hold on to, we eventually succumb to the waves. All of that effort of learning how to swim amounts to nothing but an exercise in futility. We wasted our time trying to find a way to survive the coming tide, when the real answer was much, much simpler; if you don’t want to drown, stay the fuck away from the water~