...

and when you sigh like that... you make it sound like the world's coming to an end...


The day's reflection upon what should have been, served no purpose but to delve further into life's mysteries. When those rare dreams surface; depicting an ugly separation from the path of what's commonly known, is it perhaps then, not a nightmare; but a sign of something which must be done?

I say the words I do; and despite being true to their meaning; the full picture is often not completely conveyed- if at all. You say to me those throwaway lines about happiness, and yet, they're still just that; throwaway lines. I tried once upon a time, to make things right; happy; the way it should be, only to discover the pointlessness of it all.

and maybe it is...

A fickle fortune you may well say; but one I brought upon myself. To deny the truth of the realms below is simply the naivety shining through your sentences. Stop. Read no further. Or do.

You know; of all the people to sit there; crying down that crossed line; about what they wished the world to be, your problems are the least trivial of them all. I get you- then and now. Maybe you don't see it, you can't be blamed, but take a long hard look at me; and you'd see yourself sitting there staring back.


the lights are going off in this room; and in my head.

H.