History is repeating itself again, but not for us. Useless wars in the Middle East smoulder on while nature effortlessly continues to take apart entire towns. It seems like everything is in ruins. The dust of life is strewn in so many directions. There is no purpose in trying to collect it anymore. Nuisance days uncork themselves, collect steam and then collapse into long sequences of feather light discourse. Meaning? Well, there doesn’t appear to be a whole lot of it from this vantage point, only disappointment like a volcano. The taste of regret has turned the color of anger as daylight savings revolves once again. With nowhere to go, I don’t want to stare into the blue void tonight. There is no warmth in that electric glow. Oh despair, how can you be escaped?
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