Oh god...the winter.
It's happening.
I've been down this road. Several times.
I can feel it. It's here. It's real. It's ugly.
And I'm not talking about slush.
That horrible, desperate, alone feeling.
How old am I, soon to be 27?
Really?
Bleep.
Just relax. Be cool. It's fine.
Completely fine.
OK, here we go...
Don't go looking for it, it'll happen when you least expect it.
Oh really?
Even taking into consideration the fact that I haven't seen anything that resembles decency ...since I can't remember when?
They've come, they've gone, they've taken over.
Mindless. Jobless. Thoughtless.
Absorbed in fantasy. Themselves.
If you're standing next to them, be careful.
Their motto: the grass is always greener. Work out 6x a week, shop at Nordstrom, buy jeans with that thick, white stitching on the butt. Because the grass is always greener, and believe me, they wanna roll around in it.
Such bull, right? That grass is about as green as the manure that blankets it, grows it, feeds it.
Pretty soon you'll standing by yourself. Oh, cya. Found a grassy knoll that worked out 7x a week.
OK, bye.
That's the mindframe of most.
That's why the good are overlooked, and the rotten sip in the limelight. As fickle as ever.
The rotten will age, though. Their tans will turn to wrinkles. Their cheeks fatten. Their disease full-blown. Their lives lived in the dark and behind a straw.
You can spot them from a mile away. While they may seem cool now. They're not.
A mile away. You know who they are.
They won't be pretty forever.
But you'll be stuck with their personalities. Their never-dying insecurities.
Have fun with that.
Not me though. I can persevere: I don't settle. I don't give in. I stay true.
I persist.
You could only be so lucky. that's what i say.
Spring isn't far.
But for now, It's over.
