Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

right thought

I am solely confused as to why it appears to be wrong to think about things.

This is one of the reasons I exist; it is yet another feather to add into the doffable cap of derision worn so frequently these days.

Television seems to suck the soul out of the brain, like a disjoined easter egg-blowing contest with a small straw. One day all the contents will fade away, and we will be left with no murmurs and whispers. There will be no speaking.

I have spent this idle time longing for the day I can visit once more. Waiting for a time when this great hurt will be no more, and yet, it will seemingly never end. ten more days, and it will be some sort of magic number.

The clock ticks past again, and I think of the promise i made to my lost friend.

How long does it take for wounds to heal?

‘I am solely confused as to why it appears to be wrong to think about things.’

Tell me about it.

Because it is easier to deal with someone that sits down, shuts up, and doesn’t fidget. Makes people less nervous.

>:) Good thing I never learned how to shut up.