2/07/2012

Oh, yes, this is called regret

Insert nervous breakdown
Walk down memory lane
Build up depleted self confidence
Execute highly sophisticated emotional reaction with the social ability of a two year old
Lay down side by side with ambiguity and partial acceptance
Let down your morals and take in sewage.
But yes, as well as  everything beautiful that which was meant to be had, had not the last words here been committed
Show off a second childhood while ceaselessly accepting the realities of harsh... reality
Half bake a semblance of reality
Construct stamina from tears, pain, gluttony, alcohol, lust, anger, rage and regret
Leave him behind
Leave him behind too
Let yourself in
And do what is right, whole, sweet and go to help everyone else, including yourself, please


(If I ever have to think this hard about anything again, remind me of the possibility of that thing called a heart attack, stroke and cancer that are REAL things in life and could happen to me.)

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