something of an end

the time it took for me to truly care,
was the time it took for you to notice how much of a waste of time i really am.

i guess every flower gets to wilt,
like every summer meets its end.

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.

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..

Lost without You.

"you should stop for a while, you will find me standing by over here at the side of your life you spend all your hours just rushing around do you have a little time, to have a little time for me?"













serenity.
just wanted to say thank you..
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lamelamelame entry, t'was pointless.