I can feel the world crumbling below my feet. I can see the tiles that make my life fall away to reveal the infinite abyss of emptiness. Murphy screams I told you so and I hope the tears can soften the brittle hard surface on this side of a hard place. May someone please lift this rock from me.
U help you as much as I can and then I have to wipe your spit on my face when I ask for help. I consider you my friend and you see a tool or a fool who naively tries to see the good in all. When there is none with them at all. All want their own satisfaction everyone violently running up the mountain of their own success. Ripping pushing shoving lying to get to the top and then they throw stones at all those trying to scale and thus turn the other cheek holding a knife to stab the life out the one who slapped them only to find a gun and they both die.
Thoughts at this time. Keeping with the theme of attention loving approval seeking naive boy. Wish I had nothing to worry about. Wish I had no concept of worry. Wish I had no concept of concept. Wish I had...
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