Its like we tag along forever expecting the world to pull our weight. We die far before our souls leave our body, some of us are aware others aren't. We pace and we pace, searching our shallow depths for the answers to questions that others has had to ask for us. Failure commences once again, tearing away any fiber of confidence your fragile being has ever posessed, dominating your total thought, leaving you nothing more than a sack of disregarded skin and bone. Your vision blurs as you stare through your constant flow of tears at a photo of someone who has never loved you but instead devoted his/her life to making yours a living hell. Love shields you from the truth despite the many times you have nearly lost your life to this person. Somewhere along the lines you settle yourself amongst the lessor of two evils, fighting for the right to love and be loved yet you never tend to see the obvious, you are the only one loving, no-one has ever loved you. Patience... Not here. Wrong word. Impatience. All morals are forgotten. Because of impatience we are driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return. Who's to say that our progress will supercede those of the many who has tried and failed miserably? Who's to say that we wont somehow get lucky and maintain our faith and sublte confidence and push past the debris? All that I am saying is that in the end all detour signs take you to the same place through a diffferent route, its up to you to choose your destination...
ARE YOU A PATIENT??????
ARE YOU A PATIENT??????
