So me and Buffer are just taking it easy. As much as I would love to fix things. It’s not my place. Listen I ain’t nothing but an old loser who hopefully tried his best. But I usually fell short most of the time. It’s always been cynicism and sarcasm, that have kept me from going insane. I like to think love also had something to do with it. But recently even that charm has worn a bit thin on people. So I look to whatever, never completely believing anything anymore, when it comes to destiny. So I breathe in this nothingness that I’m learning is apparently everything.
So don’t worry about me. Don’t blame yourselves for any of my shortcomings. My decent into this madness is only temporary, while I re-gather and regroup myself. Realizing that all this is only temporary, life is but this very moment, and that the past is a memory, while the future is the hope. So I’m laying here not wasting the moment, but instead embracing the peace and the thunder that scurries across my mind. For what is more temporary then a thought.