Tranquility

I think the truth that all is fair in love and war is often misinterpreted. Because intrinsic inequity doesn't exactly excuse your lack of conscience.

Peace is dull but love is volatile. We strive for the wrong things in life but damned, we have little choice. I am not angry. I don't want to goad and tell or dismantle some life or love but war.

Only, I have never really had any battles to fight. And I've never felt so sure of these things.

I'd rather be forgot than forgiven. But it doesn't work like that.

Keep Moving

Let's see here: failing, flailing, and without bearing. A summer torn between numbness and nausea. Now I know these days are limited and ultimately few, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't cast a shadow on all the others, especially hers.

Perhaps it's just the painful reality of finality. Or, maybe it's really the fact that the opinions of a person who could do such painful callous things are probably just as callous. Regardless, it's time to stop talking about such things, as painful and shaking as they are.

Planning a Revolution

LISTEN! I'm drunk! I'm full of booze!

What? Are my words less poignant? Is my insight circumstantial? Fuck that! Circumstance I didn't anticipate, and even worse, the world is spinning in a sad velocity. Life is inane and who can't help but feel motivated and sane? Fuck the borders! Fuck the confiners! Let's live!