It's here.Staring at it anxiously. In feeling we're both so full, both so empty. But yet again - not again! And it's gone, when the hour before it moved so slowly and this hour after moves so fast. Was it worth it? Is it worth it every-single-time? Shut up and move on 'cause it's all in your mind. What you just did is now in the past, your past, your ruined past. You ruined it! Oh, you know what? Just fucking screw it! Screw it up as much as you can, tomorrow just start again.
They are not the same.You speak of one then say the other sickens you, the other which you so often do. However c o m p l i c a t e d one may be to understand when standing and observing from the outside, inside, understand they have s i m p l y become attached by the lonely feeling they stole from each other. The feeling that you started with; the feeling that you were used to; the feeling they do return even if they don't return anything else, but this time you only recognize it and it is more significant to you because it was once held by your love.
clever little thingsI notice even as I walk how different they are from me.. how even you seem different and dead.. I feel as though I could change direction at any point but everyone else follows a path and sticks to it.. maybe they're better than me.. maybe they're bluffing.. maybe the sheep feel this too but they just continue.. they consciously choose to follow a path.. they choose not to change direction though they know they can.. maybe they think things and feel things they do not ever say.. they do not ever act on.. they do not ever want to.. but they can.. but they don't.. but they're better for it.