Today, today, like days before, was ify. I'm not sure what's going on, or for that matter, where I'm going. I've lost all say in what happens now. My little inputs are less than hints to whatever is going on, whatever is driving this thing.
I miss those days,
When things weren't right,
Nothing had nor needed sense,
It all just happened.
The thing is though, it didn't.
Not the way we "see" it,
the way we play it back,
over and over,
it's all something we create,
nothing of anything's creation.
The only access we have to these times,
is words, and someone else. Those people,
they confirm feelings and object to certain absurdities.
Without them we are ghosts.
I am without them.
I am a ghost.
All I can do is continue. Hone skills. Take in experience from this static earth about me. I wish, I wish.
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