I wish I still felt the way I used to about things. I slip away from everything because it is all I know. I see too much of the truth for my own good; a life that is random, transient churlish and short populated by people trapped in break loops is what I see. I wish I still believed in fairy tales, and ideals and purity. It is not love I have to give. Indifference and understanding is all I have to offer in the end. If I had control of my heart’s desires, and could kneel and pledge allegiance like I should, I’d be the master of my destiny and choose the logical answer. That which does not kill us makes us strangers. I am the guide for lost souls, forever lost myself.
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