Insert bullet, spin, aim, squeeze...*click*. "Darn."

Just seem to fall faster and farther.

Is it really fiction or just a parody of reality?

It's so blatant and in your face...but everyone just looks past or around it, or just straight into it like it's not even there.

But it is.  Like a nightmare that haunts every night.  Like the one cloud on an otherwise cloudless day.  Like that first ripple in the water.  Like the first spark of a tragic blaze.  Like the first frost of winter.  Like the first breath of a newborn baby...

Blinded.  Asahmed.  Haunted.  Beckoned.  Twisted.  Tormented.

Truth just is.  And what it is....it is that we, all of us, are an unbleachable stain.  Shout it out...Spray it, just try to wash us away.  Too set in.  Unwearable.  Just throw it away and get a new one.

The cycle is never ending.  The outcome is always the same.  Guess all that can be done is to just do your best, and the rest will just fall into place....or not....then we die.

So what?  The end to a fruitless harvest, constant work and toil...for what?  For whatever.  Right?  For whatever it is that is desired.  Whatever it is that is wanted.

But what I want...all I want...is peace.

For...forever.

Hmph...so easily manipulated are these thoughts; just one whisper of something and so the mind goes wild.  Wild.  Untamed.  Unmeasured.  Unimaginably incredible.  So Ridiculous.

It's human nature to be deceptive.  But, for some odd reason, this innate deception leads us to also be easily decieved.  Strange.

Kill me with a lie.  I'll heal you with the truth; or maybe it'll just leave you destroyed...a fate worse than death, perhaps.  Who knows?  Not me.  How many people who have "died" actually remember being dead?

Oh, How I waste my life.