...too tired to write about today except for that it was lots of fun, very very busy, and very very long my head hurts now goodnight
It is all in vain
Irrational, romantic, contradicting, self-sacrificing,
My sacrificing, against me
Just as snow falls into the rain, mixing a shivering grey
My feelings become entangled, and intermixed
The best for you is better; it’s not mine to alter
I find myself not jutting into anti-life, but simply one not my own
As you pay your quarter, a fly drops in from the atmosphere
To buzz and pester its way into accomplishment
But then.
My concepts persist, perhaps shallow minded but nonetheless
Existing in my brain inescapably, crawling like worms and beetles slowly
Decaying, rotting, and corrupting my thoughts
It is still self-evident from me
By offering yourself
You are sacrificing a friend
