empty, folorn and nothing to say.
killing time..how sublime?
the fact that we have the ability to manage to founder everything we attempt to do, yet continue feebly trying to manage, is entertainment for the world.
stumbling through a thick fog, we trek on misguided, adjudicating which way to go, trying the hardest we possibly can to succeed.
when we don't, we merely give up or proceed trying.
choices are made, for good or for worse.
yet, no matter which route we take it always leads to deterioration.
fumbling for an excuse we try to explain our way out of the mess created.
good intentions or bad,
we always land in the same place..