the old lady did teach me something

funny how things are, i've been visiting her twice now in the hospital and yesterday was the first time i've ever talked to her really.

she sure is full of shit, but one thing she said inadvertently knocked me out. It was true, i've slid into the gray and she was right. There's either the lying and the lied to, intentions or not.

all things are easier now

wtf

is wrong with me.

such clarity is rare for the vain. and no rest for the wicked. My weaknesses come to haunt me, and my strength takes an opportune...

explanations are never necessary, and expositions are rarely ever. My countenance remains, that of a...

This Love forever, and moves to offset, and what I knew is what I know. But certainty is absurd and doubts are biting. I want...

Should it be now, though I'm sure it isn't. This woven, to be known is to be sure of this. Time

The Old Lady did break a bone

and my mom called to tell me about and i waved her off.... god i'm such an asshole... what a poor generation I'm representing... what if she dies... she was so good to me, though she's barely seen me, and what can I do for her? what HAVE I done for her? just about... nothing... ugh... If i believed in her God, I'd... pray I guess.