A thought to kill the draught.

With waning relevance, the old records buzz lyrics and tunes that once served as anthems to our preceding straits and plights. How quickly our fancies and preferences change with age; ever fickle and entirely capricious. That said, it would not be too much of a stretch to suggest that our hearts may hold this same whimsical regard for all aspects of our lives, now would it?

Forever subjected to our torrential sea of emotions, our desires are consequently mere ignis fatui; we will attend to them, only to find that there is something of greater interest and brillance looming just over the horizon. That said, we all seem like little children chasing rainbows, now don’t we?

But we shall be winsome children at the very least, won’t we?

~ by cryhavok on February 23, 2009.