Sometimes, all it takes for a person to completely lose is something as small as a letter. I never knew how much I missed him until I got his letter. Maybe I am headed back on that old dusty trail to depression. Perhaps I wouldn't be if someone would just talk and listen to me. Opportunities are given yes, but sincerity is a rare thing. People are too busy, too sick too tired. They don't give a ******** is what they are gently saying. Maybe I don't give a ******** either, maybe I'm trying to make a big deal out of nothing. But you know whats something? When a person tries to call for help but can only get people who won't listen, what happens then? Will the cat stuck in the tree stay there forever? Does Timmy just stay in that well? Does the fire just burn on until it's consumed every inch of that home that meant everything to you? Who knows? I don't. I hope you find yourself doing well. Cause I'm not. I miss you big bro, sometimes I find this thought wandering my thoughts, am I ever going to get to see you again?
Beautiful Bloody Romance- · Fri May 13, 2011 @ 10:44pm · 0 Comments |