the art of suicide
Saturday, December 5, 2009
the more we are forced into any particular happenstance, the more it seems we grow accustomed to that situation occurring and reoccurring to the point where it's too awkward to ever believe we dealt without it.
weather has been changing at an immensely malevolent pace, from the mouth of the sun's flare to the tip of the iceberg; though, i'd much rather have the peace of frost than the pain of heat at any point, no doubt in my mind.
lots of changes. lots of loss. lots of gain. lots of back to where i was. or that's the way it seems. i just want these next two years to be done. done. done.
