We cannot tell when morning comes, if there's a choice to live another day...
Still it's not that anybody appreciates. Hell, sometimes even i don't. A secondary addiction has currently moved the main one aside, but for how long it will function? What will come out if it in the end? It's a very snarkastic situation indeed, a bastard child of wishful thinking and imagination running wild. I should really go there and see for myself what's real. Can't ruin lives without at least checking, right? Heh, north wind's calling...and i hope i won't get lost in a train station. "The last train for the coast"...but the music's been dead for two years, almost two years now.
And the next minute, i won't believe i wrote that.
Funny how it went, overcoming the bickering. There's no possible future scenario, would be impossible, whatever Morenita says about longdistance. And the thing that's happening here - well, it neither here nor there. Completely uninspiring, but annoying to no end - and i finally realized that rage and headaches are interlinked. I've got way too many headaches recently, and i'm not going back to half blindness of a few years ago. It has to stop, and murphy give me the power to stop it...but nah, it'll be exactly like everything Morena does - an epic fail, or just too late. And it's quite hard to settle over one will, when the current changes every fucking second.
Well, at least i keep myself amused. And Metzey keeps me even more amused.
CAThulu bids you a good night.
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