grayfield

You matter, and your life matters, but respect all of the other lives too. The things that you love, fair enough, won't always love you too. Less taking, less talking, spend a little more time walking. Slow down, be grateful, and insult yourself less often. Think critically about things because old people are consistently wrong, and young people know much less than they've ever led...
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Is there such a thing as a "variety of people"? Can you keep your circle so small that you need them too much? In a chain of three, a single break can mean catastrophe. In variety, there is a web, and a broken link can mean less. In a web too big, a broken link can mean almost nothing. Moderation in friends, like everything, yes?

Sometimes bad people never feel karma,

And occasionally the good die young.

I've known darkness to win,

So maybe the light won't always be shown.

Maybe I'm wrong...

Or maybe my perception has grown.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll have to walk this world alone.

I want to lay and wake with peace of mind.

So I lend positivity in hopes that I'll find,

Only the roads that lead to my shine.

Anything less isn't worth my time.

You're single in your 30s? The fuck is wrong with you?

Why didn't you marry the first skinned sack of carbon to stick around complimenting you for longer than a month?

Why didn't you knock her up and lock yourself into a life that you never wanted?

Why didn't you buy a house for the wife you don't truly love and the kid you kinda...
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The signals go out and never return.

When will I learn?

Oh, that inevitable burn!

Not even a little concern?

It's not like I only wanted sex.

So, what's next?

"I didn't get that text."?

That terrible lie still gets me vexed.

The memes promise us so much.

Did the writers research their bid?

They might've taken a page from the bible,

And promised shit they couldn't give.

Noteworthy positivity, however, as a gift

Is reason enough for thoughts to shift.

Don't drift...

We're staring up at moving scenes.

Are we missing anything?

Is the global perspective inhibiting our local appreciating?

I ask this, sitting in public, and glaring at a phone screen.

I'm not supposed to love you

At least I shouldn't admit it.

The rules of this power struggle

Say that I've lost the beginning.

If you say you love me

Maybe we'll meet in the middle

Or maybe that's the final nail in the coffin

Of our little adventure.