The Blank

[twopastpride]

Life it seems is a loaded gun. Humanity, the ammunition, each with their own specific trajectory simply waiting to be propelled in their targets direction. Each hope to accomplish the task at which they are aimed toward, however, miss-firing and lockups often occur. But one specific type has no purpose, it is created to have no target. Created and filled, closed and cased. Created the same but lacking key elements. Once placed in the chamber a blank is filled with the same excitement of travel as most other bullets, will it hit its target, or be thrown off course. Will it travel far, do more then it was set out for. The excitment starts once loaded, and they dont know when it will end. But the blank does. It does because it only travels the distance of the barrel, and echos out as if something great should have happend but didnt. An explosion caused by the common reaction created from the hammer meeting the pin. The same blinding flash, and loud piercing boom. But that is where it ends for the blank. A cause with no effect.
Im not exactly sure why the hell I just wrote all this. Im bored, Im bummed, and I guess feeling quite like a blank at the moment. I seem to feel this way a little too often. ahh well, it will pass Im sure, I dont have much reason to feel this way, but then again I guess I dont have much reason not to either. In some round about sort of Saggitarian logic that makes sense. I often times have a very hard time getting things to make any kind of sense outside of my own head. Im starting to wonder if I have any really valid feelings at all.