Silence

the wordless, motionless scene has laped over the wekk adn the transfer of words makes minimal seem liek an outrage. going down that path is part unknown, force and scared adn lazy. its the ingredients to make the perosn typeoing these words over again. past games re-surface adn play among the world of the living and the dead. games taking the place of real life interactions. not wanting the results of i dotn know better. or maybe im just making exuses to try adn maek myself feel better, pointing the finger until im left wiht nothing adn me, which argues and spurs the debate of is there a difference sometiems. it waries from time, am i passionate, rarely if at all. i try adn get by wiht my tiem, do my tiem and get out to what i want or think i want. it can never be easy for me, i make it hard adn i fall and stumble till i learn.