Prescience of barely anything at all
I broke my own rule and not only made a decision but made the decision witout giving myself time to think about it first. I am rash like a house on fire. But sometimes my moods are up and and sometimes my moods are down and often I let my moods steal off like rampaging drunkards, wrecking everything in sight.
I don't have much hope for anything to really improve. At least not in the forseeable future. And what does the future matter if it's not seeable.
So now every day blends into the next. I love Alice. This is not her fault. I am creating this prison for myself. I am also a creature of circumstance.
And alone with my thoughts and her crying.
I don't have much hope for anything to really improve. At least not in the forseeable future. And what does the future matter if it's not seeable.
So now every day blends into the next. I love Alice. This is not her fault. I am creating this prison for myself. I am also a creature of circumstance.
And alone with my thoughts and her crying.