278th Post
And so it comes to pass.As i slump in an empty room.
Bound in a strait jacket.
Wondering whether to laugh or to scream.
Or to cry.
Bound in a strait jacket.
Wondering whether to laugh or to scream.
Or to cry.
I have become a wandering spirit.
With neither sanity left.
Nor a heart.
Just simple solitude.
Enjoying the pleasures of life.
Without having to answer to anyone else.
Other than myself.
But would i eventually live to regret this decision?
Perhaps so.
Or maybe not.
Well.
The dice have been cast.
Now all i can wait and see if the good numbers turn up.
As i sit in front of the computer and wonder.
A reminder comes to mind.
"For every drop of blood spilled. For every scar that remains. For every tear spilled. They are haunting reminders of memories. In which we thought we had banished."
With neither sanity left.
Nor a heart.
Just simple solitude.
Enjoying the pleasures of life.
Without having to answer to anyone else.
Other than myself.
But would i eventually live to regret this decision?
Perhaps so.
Or maybe not.
Well.
The dice have been cast.
Now all i can wait and see if the good numbers turn up.
As i sit in front of the computer and wonder.
A reminder comes to mind.
"For every drop of blood spilled. For every scar that remains. For every tear spilled. They are haunting reminders of memories. In which we thought we had banished."
