Someone asked me how I was today…
Now I understand why you hate the question, because all I could answer was “annoyed.” I think I meant to say “Hurt, confused, & angry,” But just the same it’s best to keep it surface and simple.
And expressing myself to you is just about as useful as trying to beat up a stone wall. Bloodied and out of breath, while the bricks are no worse for wear, I’d only leave pieces of me there. I don’t really see the point it that.

And you don’t want to talk, and you don’t want to hear it, you don’t want to take any responsibility for it. Because it was just a theory, a fantasy. Forget all the long haul speeches and testaments to steadfastness. Who are we to think people mean what they say. Nothing ever lasts and that’s exactly what everyone is afraid of. If you snuff the flame first you’re still the pupper master, even if you desire the warmth and light the fire brings, is safer that way because you made it so. You’re in control.

I hear a train in the distance, and the same moonlight shines onto my bed, and it’s all so close and so far away. So alive, but oh so dead. And we’d all be wrong to think it will stay in it’s resting place. Silence becomes thoughts, cylically it goes, and sleep never comes.