|what a life to live
||[Feb. 22nd, 2012|01:53 pm]
Currency over companionship is a war I ignored until the tables turned and here I am. Sitting on stacks of loneliness and faux social statuses and power. Not a single outstretched arm but my own hand, palm up. Aimlessly lost in a world of possibilities. No goal but sitting on top of the mountain where there is only room for one. Do we all await a tombstone with our own name on it? The vanity of another's sorrow. Remember me when I'm gone because who knows who I am at this moment...|
Out of step. Can't relate. To anything.
The more I broaden my horizons the more I just don't understand.