The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Dear Three-Letter-Word,

I hate your existence, yet at the same time, I wish that I could embody part of it.

The complexity of that very statement should allude to what you, in fact, are, but at the same time I hope it doesn't. 

Sigh. 
It's so sad how you probably don't even fully realize what you have in your tightly-clenched grasp. 

Just calm down and start... fading ... already. 

Like... now would be good. 

There are only so many months in a year, you know.

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