Feelings pending.

Everything comes back tenfold, withal i have understood that we choose our friends, likewise we choose our faces.

Time and again, the mechanical culture of salutation has awaken us from our quietus so that we may once more ruminate and deplore circumstance. With our intentions set in stone, all that remains is to pioneer our odyssey into the new empire, where modest delights crown priceless revelries. However, the road is fractal and somewhere along the way, i have forgotten what it felt like to be “okay”.

In excursus; with the same amusment as how i look upon each day as a funeral, i daresay it is amazing how so many hearts are breaking all at once. All around the world.

~ by cryhavok on February 18, 2008.