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Anotha year has passed, anotha wasted time table. Another tally mark on the great rock recording my soltitude. Another year passes. I'm still alone, save the relationships that i haven;t sabotaged and there are just so many. Every bridge i build, i burn. What would i be if i didn;t screw myself over? What kind of asshole piece of shit would i be if i fuck it all up? Its a new year, another beginning, new hope. It should be anyways. But it's not. It's another day for Sisyphos, another day spent back breaking, trying, failing. Another futile contract of existence. A contract with a high interest rate of misery and a low down payment on happiness. To celebrate the new year is to acknowledge the futility of faith and continue on bliindly. To ignore the boulder before you, and all that it represents, and to keep pushing. Some call it stupidity. some call it optimism. I call it courage. Courage i seem to have been born without....
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Posted by Angel_BM21 on 2008-01-01 01:55:46 | Rating: | Views: 119
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