That was a comment for a previous post.. And good point mate. Wasn't intended that way. Am but a stranger in an even stranger land who is forced to keep himself occupied any way he can. Do indulge me.
Its a scary thing to have time on your hands.. and your thoughts alone are truly a terrible place to be in. You dream back about improbable ways, of different days, of eyes when i was still, of pain and eloquent grafitti, of visions too removed to mention, of all that i've disappointed, of all the souls i took into the night, of doubts, of lifetimes imagined, of damages done, of thoughts that cant stop wandering, of being preoocupied as my world stumbles and falls. Someone save temptation.
The way of life is a funny thing... Teaches you that the things you want the most never seem to be the one that happen. The best of plans laid amount to naught.
But again, its late into a lonely boring night and i have but little sticks of cancer and melancholic playlists to keep me company.. Then again daylight will hopefully bring better tidings and things to do.
