People get so worried about my conditions. Rather, they get worried about me. In reality, my existance is insignificant in "the grand scheme of things." My little speck of a life isn't really important at all, regardless of how many lives I've "changed." What ever happened to reality? Why are we trying to avoid or stop that which is inevitable?
It's a bit scary to know that the person, the only one, who can keep me safe inside is the same person who can break me. What's even worse is that this one person is me. It's strange to know that no matter who you are or what you believe, the "person" who decides the twists & turns of your life can only be one person. Maybe we should just let people believe, think, perceive, etc. what they want, sometimes. Maybe there's a moment in which contradicting them is out of line or just plain stupid. I've always heard there's a time and place for everything.
Good day, void.
Back down, Cash out,
That's the city for you.
Break down and back out,
get what's coming to you.
When you said that you were falling apart,
I thought you mean that you were falling apart.
hmmm, ok, but if people worry about you, it means that in the grand scheme of things you certainly aren't insignificant. Anyway ...
ReplyDeleteIt always seems that when I'm being most honest, I'm yelling at an invisible giant.
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