Flashback: 2.1.2008

2.1.2008

From an altitude unknown. From a plane, high in the sky. From your mind’s reckless abandon.  From an eerie trite disposition. I can’t begin to undulate the facts of what has become. I’m 2 glasses deep. Over 24 hours with no sleep, and an insatiable lust to conquer your mind.

You’ve been quiet in your solitude for a moments time and nothing seems to be changing. You’re thoughts are still your own in which you don’t seem to want to share. Sometimes it’s nice to know what you’re thinking. Sometimes I like to know what I’m up against in this world of blasphemy and tyranny. You can explain yourself in a thousand words but there is nothing more simple than “I love you”. If it were that easy, you would’ve done it by now. Right?

I just wonder why I fight for something that seems to be a lost cause. An intervention that is seemingly unporous.