Another Day
The day starts again but this time alone. The server is not down, she was right the server would be back up again. "Do your work" she repeats and repeats and repeats as she did the previous day. Random Jibarish of what is on my mind. There is noting really but I do like to write even if it's about nothing at all. The ground is still covered by the white silk blanket and the world is still a mess. Like my bedroom every morning/ Food lies here and there all over the place and the sheets are pulled down. Clothes are everywhere. My room seems as if a tornado was ran through it...Just like the world but if there is food and clothes how come people are hungry and the anger of there stomachs grawl at them. How come some people are not fully clothed. If the world is a bedroom how come people cannot fall asleep? I wonder but I think I think to much. It's not like tornados can run away. Don't worry you can shoot garbage on the ground like gangsters and the mafia pull pistols on those who deserve it. Dirty casino gamblers. What do they deserve anyway. More then they can get because they are not afraid to take a risk, get punched in the face. blow to the gut, spill out on to their very own beds. Clear conscience they know who they are. THE MEN IN TROUBLE but they live with it. Aren't we all in trouble? WE just can't deal with it or handle the fact the way they do. We smile pretend everything is ok and then BANG it hits us. I am just waiting for my day to come. Do we sleep to escape reality? Live for Dreaming. Dream of Living