Just returned

from a moment. A moment that lasted an hour. I feel okay. I feel okay. But only for a little longer. It should have had a better ending. But as usual I do nothing. Sharing is caring, so here I am at three in the morning with a great story to tell. Nobody is here to listen, and nobody ever will be, I suppose. The more crowded it is, the more alone I am. I believe that this was proven throughout my last moment, as well as every moment previous. 

We learn through doing, but I think I'm unlearned. We all make mistakes, then comes the laughing and the tear-wiping and the "Oh Lord, how could we forget that!"

I don't think I'll have a person to remember these times with. I'll still be here, buried so deep in an unknown universe that I'll never understand what you or I mean again. But this, I presume, is what is meant for me, and for that I am grateful. It is something, and in my funny little world, something is always defined by a nothingness that forces my hands above my head, white flags grasped in both.

That's all, folks! And that's all there ever will be.