It’s a shame that grown men have reduced themselves to mere rubble over matters that hold no real importance in our day-to-day lives. A shame that something so inconsequential will be the divide of what appeared to be something truly magnificent in the story of our lives. A shame that the story can continue on without the people that surely fill its pages with memorable events and experiences, making for a life more full of joy and contentment. A damn shame.

Drama is the fabric that makes the story more interesting, but we can go on without this pitiable example of the word. The results were destructive, causing noble people to turn their backs and spew insidious remarks over mere miscommunication, misinterpretation, and with plenty of misspellings [goddamnit, Webster’s is online, can’t you look up a word?]. No single party is innocent, for this back stabbing and back talking has been prevalent since I’ve set foot back in this city.

Gentleman, this is unacceptable. I’m watching, right before my eyes, friendships crumble apart without a true cause that makes it redeemable. I’m watching immovable egos clash and a war of words take its toll over something so feeble I question why I attempt to keep the bond collected.

alone

walking down a darkened street, all alone, all your personal belongings in a bag you carry over your shoulder.. with no one to turn to. life can be so dark, making it feel as if you're truly alone in the world..

the lost soul in limbo.

what's there to do in a time like this? where do you run to? who's there to console you? who understands well enough to understand those who no one understands? these questions run through my mind, because the world can seem like a dark place fill with lonely people.

and it is. but, there's a light, isn't there? one piercing through the black, with infinite clarity and construction, right? the end all of distortion and confusion..

exists. but this is all metaphorical. this is all burrowed in our subconscious, not something that is truly tangible, that you can grab and hope to choke into submission. these are our inner demons. 

the amish have this uncanny ability to forgive. i may be ringing in a little late with this, but they forgave the man who had killed their children, without hesitation or a second thought. if he was still alive, you can bet he'd be more than devastated [if he wasn't already] by that act.

it's the act of forgiveness that people hardly seem to get. some act of aggression or hostility has to be met with the same amount for any reconciliation to be had. there's no forgive and forget, just deal out what you were dealt, and done story.

we can learn a thing or two from these people who haven't progressed in the field of technology, no?