Inconsequential

I probably don't need to feel too convoluted to write here, do I? I guess we'll find out, cause I'm feelin' pretty plain.

I'm not trying to fool anyone. I mean, the life I lead is but mostly isn't. In a distracted life, these things happen, but the music still sounds so good. And plus, the sun shines brighter and longer these days.

I can't complain too much, all things considered. I wasted half a year and everyone and everything still loves me inconsequentially. And you know, that's a pretty good feeling right there. Why tarnish it with guilt?

Love Letters

There's something pitiful, yet also a little magical, about a journal full of unsent love letters. And you know, for some reason, I can't help feeling like there is also sanity in their unstamped, unread nature too. Even if it tears me apart inside.

Why, oh why, am I always falling in love with the unattainable? These ethereal relationships are my absolute favorite for god knows whatever reason. And I'm not even very good at them either. Ultimately I'm too realistic to seal my heart up in an envelope and send it to an idea.

Sometimes it's timing, sometimes it's distance, others it's just sanity that keeps me from taking any chances. But, I also distinctly remember believing that love overcomes all of these things, especially sanity. That is what I believe, right? In the unstoppable, indomitable nature of love?

Well, maybe that's just it; I believe in it too damn much to ever let it corporate. I'd just be too damn good at it, and then where would my favorite ethereal relationships be, my journal full of unsent love letters?

Sigh, why do I even write here, I always end up back at square one. One of these days, I swear, I will make a decision.