its not even raining
I could justify the soaking
if only I could reason why?
Why, can I never be truely happy?!
Am I to suffer in my self loathing?
Am I to wander in this fog of smiles and nods?
What about the human spirit, the dreamer and lover
its as if they are on an endless path
to stubborn to stop and try something new, find a different escape
Always the same thing and in circles no less
I hate circles, they make me vomit
Sigh, I just want to vomit.
nacht.
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