whtnoise

figured, maybe, i would drop back by, and write for a bit...

my jack daniels, on the rocks, a recent substitute for jack and coke. it just seems to be a bit more efficiant in solving problems than sweetening desire and loathing for the all too great of expectations on nights like these.

i've got to wonder if maybe... maybe i'm one of those kind of guys that just doesn't get it. if it's all a game, i don't know the rules, don't know what to say, can't make ends meet, won't end up happy, more than likely hurt in the end. all too easy to fall for something that means absolutely nothing.

i suppose that maybe it's easier to believe that every other temporary romance was built on some kind of meaningless, spontaneous attraction. that there's no significance to smiling as you kiss someone for the first time, train stops and random doorways, five minutes till your moment of madness, and leaving them will always be all too unbearable. and all we could ever hope to know of feeling something for someone else will only ever be, at the very best, a far off thought, too difficult to completely remember, and too easy to forget about all-together.

walk them home, put them in a cab, watch them leave, forget regret, say goodbye, and eventually bitter yourself to the realization that nothing is real, and anything that is, can slip through your fingers when you least expect it. don't love for today, don't feel for tomorrow, and in the future, remember the pain, as it is now, and will always be.

guess that's it... maybe tomorrow, will be a better day...

-wht