lastmancandid

Ever so swiftly she loves when she slights me. If this city was built on rock and roll it must have used Starship as their example. Yet, I still pump my fist like it has meaning. I smile when no one is watching. It's like going to the movies by yourself, cripples the continuity, but you don't have to answer to anyone. That's why I can almost like this town, it allows me to thrive on my misery. I can skywalk above it all, envy from afar, but hate with every illborn idea that constructs me. Maybe I am just awe struck by how far they are willing to take it. They never let up, the floodlights engulf everything. I guess I admire their resolve, however misplaced. On the other hand, who am I to question your convictions? Whatever makes your head nod makes me happy, it keeps you the necessary ten paces from my side steps. Maybe I hate them because they would never accept me, because I would have to attempt to aquire it. I give credit where credit is due and am horribly mistaken to think others will follow suit. This is supposedly where people want to be and I have trouble understanding that, so I look like the lone black mark on their otherwise beautifully reconstructed features. Maybe I'm just too much of a pussy to step up and lay it on the table, but I feel out of date. Something left over and stuck in a unrealistic time. I always say that I'll be better then, that far away place where I become what I think I can. Don't get me wrong, you'll never know me, but if you did I only hope that you know I tried, I whole heartedly attempted to love my life. It still isn't working, I live in my mind and can only see what is right in front of me, I'm not sure which one is more real anymore. Of course I know...