Forever Comes Crashing.

No more heroes. This cold wasteland grows complacent. Maybe it's right here, or maybe there's nothing at all. Unhinged, unshackled. Don't even know where I'm going anymore. Don't fight for that which has no cause. Don't fight, period. There isn't reasoning behind it, there isn't anything behind it. Just let it go and move on. None of it is worth it. Even with her glazed, expressionless stare, I can see it now. I can see you now. I can see it now. See you. See it. Is there a difference? If I can, I'll fight through this. I'll see through this. Meant to be, meant to bleed. Without fire there is no rest. You can't see me, or I can't see you. Or maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe nothing at all. It's all rather silly anyways, isn't it?

But who cares? They could dance across the stars, from one hemisphere to the next, one planet, one galaxy, one universe to the next. And no one would notice. No one would turn away, either. But that doesn't really matter.

turn away from this
there is no beginning just as there is no end
turn away from this
i'll push right through and back again
i am owed nothing
just as i expected nothing
and that is how it shall remain
tomorrow, forever, and five hours past yesterday.


twenty five down to twenty and back up to twenty one. Still spinning in circles. I'll never quite stop, just you wait and see. You were probably right. Though it's really all your fault to start with.


Failing, flailing, falling. It's all relative to your perspective, and whether or not you want to pay attention to your surroundings. I've been paying attention to mine. But it's still all relative.

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong. Either way, things have changed. There is no blame to lay and there is no first stone to be cast. It just is.