the Diary of a Dog
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
live in the past!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
something of an end
Monday, May 24, 2010
fumbeling for an excuse
coming, going,
constant movement,
we wake, we eat, we sleep,
we live, breath and feed on other people misery,
we strive for happiness yet when we have it, let go or hold it to tight crushing, destroying it as we strangle it in our firm grasps, willing to believe that we have all the control.
constant movement,
we wake, we eat, we sleep,
we live, breath and feed on other people misery,
we strive for happiness yet when we have it, let go or hold it to tight crushing, destroying it as we strangle it in our firm grasps, willing to believe that we have all the control.
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..
Friday, May 21, 2010
Lost without You.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
what is rain?
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