A Quarter Past Midnight

“It’s better on my own, things are simpler that way.” Yeah. Each ping needs to be quieted the way you would hush a puppy. Brass casings flushed red hot. Nothing is ever worth it until you decide it is. Man then you learn, you learn what roads to take. The difficult short ones or the easy long roads. From sunrise to sunset. Then theres the old world, I miss most of all.

They just dropped the T-rex, it was forgotten.

Yes Man. We shall take Independence. Rule over a world broken, like glass, which cannot ever be put back the same way again. But through your efforts, it will always be sharp, bladed, and will cut to the touch. But… it can be a work of art, it can still be beautiful.

You distance yourself to protect them. Cause you really weren’t feeling 100%, but you were giving 110% anyway. I’m a derogatory term and I am used that way. No one will ever truly understand, because they won’t, and they shouldn’t. 

And then it snowed. But it wasn’t really snow. It was black. Pitch Black. I thought foolishly about sticking my tongue out to catch the flakes, but I didn’t. I held out my hand. It was all ash.

I love where I live, I love who we are, when no one gets mad, does it mean no one cares? We have looks that could kill. A night in days time. Should it be a lull a bye? Cause songs always end quiet.

Do you adapt? Or do you fade into the past?