A Short Walk

I was thinking about this town; it's where people hide when they realize they aren't what they thought they were, when the feelings of immortality of youth, never well thought out in the first place, fade.  They realize the fate of all that eats is be eaten, and strive to avoid it, to continue their stupid little packs, far away from what they consider the old arenas.  Having gorged, they retreat.  The rules aren't on their side anymore; not they ever we're, but at least they thought they were.

Hell, maybe they were once.  Probably still are.  But they don't think so.  So now they're here, retreating and running, until they're caught by the oldest foes.  But in the mean time, still plenty to chew and digest before the next ones find anything.  Why leave anything at all?  They're a pack of whiners anyhow, expecting everything to be in their favor.  Not like their days, the one's that are gone.  Maybe they mean the days they have now.

Does it all fade away?  You take it for granted you're in charge until one day you aren't?  Does it get tiring, thinking you're the apex, and you just stop holding up the charade?

hoping for the death of others is disgusting

I'll never be in charge, not now.  They need servants.  And I don't want to be in charge anyhow.  At best, all it changes is that you die near the water.  I don't mind the shade, I just want a breeze.

Creeping

Another place, again.  Less anger, more confusion.  People claiming to be friends.  They hiss at each other.

Seeing more sides all the time, and it isn't helping, just making it harder to act.  Maybe for the best, no point in permanent solutions when it's wrong.  I feel like some weird prism, taking in more light, but it just bounces around instead of going on through to illuminate something.

Too many eyes in the walls, I think.  Need to sleep more.

Tolerate/Suffer

At what point does persistence become foolishness?  Is it where it's easier and closer to your goals to change, but can't be bothered?  Each day, I see people shoulder the same little burdens, over and over, getting angrier and angrier, when some simple actions would fix it.  But they won't try, they'll just keep at the same thing.

Is this what happens to all, to fear moving outside of your rut so much you'd rather watch it fill in around you?  I just  want that as I grow old, the ability to not live in fear, to change.

I say as I don't sleep through the night again.

Later, long ago

Things change, but slowly, especially when you seem to labour against it without thinking. Another place, but the same, only more so. At least it's cheap, but that's because of the crime, or at least the rumours of it. They won't do anything to change it though. Are they afraid, or just don't see it as they're responsibility?
something else
At least I am figuring out why we fail. It's the narrowness. To see only dots and numbers is to see nothing at all that you don't want to see, don't care to. One must engage to succeed. Nothing is taken in passing.
smash and grab
I don't want to be cold all the time. But I'm sick of the heat too.
And I need to be known for something...

Fresh Air Frozen

I think it's in the air. A short whiff followed by a return to the normal February weather made everyone a little nuts. Gets on my back anyhow, and seems to be affecting others.

A little forewarning goes a long ways, even if there is something exciting happening. At least nothing broke, and I even remembered how to flick a switch.

It's Nothing, I Know

Need the next day now, this one is going to long, the normal way is stretched and bad, it all keeps piling up.

Escapism, I think, at the heart of it. They're free but forced to not be free which makes them more free because they didn't choose it just did as they should sometimes you don't win you know just swallow your teeth. I know the popularity too many people who did what they thought was the only option only to watch the world boil over and drool at the burning but they can't smell the smoldering oil.

It's the little ants holding the colony together they hate it so much but they'll never leave and why should they there's a lot of feet and poison out there I just wish they knew they were there for a reason.
the echo there is me and you
Better than running away to the garage I suppose they make me pity I hate pity I hate it hate there are no more unknowns here don't pretend I can see the ski lift on the horizon I know what those matches are for I CAN SMELL IT TAKE A BATH GODDAMNIT

I need to go back I'm tired of memory and thought it won't leave me alone I have to go to it it's the only way I just wish it would make some effort too

its cold out here you now

Deep Quiet

Hell, this thing is still here?

The last while has been frying pan to ashes. Just a bitter taste left, the odd reminder, lumps every now and again.
they want pets
Need to find a new place to sit, I sick of feeling the walls staring, at least they aren't blank, not all of them, don't have to post the scratched newspaper to calm down.

Sick of burying my scat, but the alternative isn't great either. A time for angry sounds, but that isn't so bad, there's a time. Good time to clear things off. Get things done.

Hope I come back.