(no subject)
These past few days have been revolatory...the catalyst of numerous realizations. Progressively I've been able to discern the truth from fiction, as easy as one believes that task should be. The foundation of many of my friendships have been based upon facetious seismic faultlines, slowing crumbling beneath their own weight.
No, this is not me succumbing to those whom I make reference to, this is me admitting my distaste with many of those renegade attitudes. Each day it becomes hard to look past the malevolence of humanity, and the inability of some to develop a sense of mutuality and appreciation amongst others. Call me a purist, but I hold people to high, but reasonable expectations.
I have stood upon the edge of many blades, each leaving their mark, evidence of the lost blood.
No, this is not me succumbing to those whom I make reference to, this is me admitting my distaste with many of those renegade attitudes. Each day it becomes hard to look past the malevolence of humanity, and the inability of some to develop a sense of mutuality and appreciation amongst others. Call me a purist, but I hold people to high, but reasonable expectations.
I have stood upon the edge of many blades, each leaving their mark, evidence of the lost blood.