the perfect ending to this piece of shit story

[the_sad_truth26]

there are days that go by, and i wonder why they ever happened. inexplicable, uncompromising, and unnecessary are the only ways to define it. "blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders." i have pages within volumes bound with fancy leather that grow with the wings of forgotten moths. there is something i long for, but i cannot bring myself to reach for it. the ability to grasp what is within ones reach is the base of all happieness. "the ability to begin again." can i be with you? can i make all these breaths meaningful? can i be infinite? i want to see montauk in february and boston in the winter; ice thick enough to drive a semi over, soft enough to sleep on, just watching the world go by. if my mind could overpower and overcome all the obsactles, would you let it? i can trace my brain with your fingertips, dot my "i's" with your eyes and cross my "t's" with your lips. if your self-fulfilling prophecies were made truths, would you like where your life is? can we stay just one more night, and have our bodies wash up thirty miles west?

*****

when the sun goes down, do your stars join the moon?
can they bring you the sky, do your clouds touch the trees?

*****

can you ever be happy with everything you want? once you achieve your lives goals, does it make it worth living?