games of nausea!
is'nt it ironic, once you had let go of something yet your still dreaming and craving to want it back!you had let it slipped away for your thinkng it wasn't worthy for your time and attention but when you saw it waving away for you,,your holding back the tears that wanted to stream down your face.. you tend to be sober for a while, felt the enigma of emptiness and lies and then wanted to shout and scream for that something tocome back and have it's way back to your care. but needless to say,, you can't have it back,,sorry!
''''''''''life.....
Life... is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper.
there's a reason always.....
everything happens for a reason
sometimes things fall apart
so other things can fall together
but in the end whatever meant to be
will always find it ways....always
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