Cold cold heart

It seems the world has gone cold. A blizzard of biting emotions, taking me to task for all the unpleasantries in my life. Some by my self-doing, others not. But it doesn't make a difference. It'll always be my fault. Or rather, I'd always be paying the price.


And in the wintry chill, that's where I'll seek my refuge. Away from it all.

Life

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Another week goes by, another week closer to our shallow grave. Time gallops by, pounding its hoofs in the sands of our life. And when the dust settles, we are left wondering where our time went.


To work, to sleep, to wake up to the buggerations of this world. Life. You disgust me.

History

It's a funny thing, life is, where things never happen as you would hope. And how, against all wishes, history repeats itself.


The clown prince still stays with me. Some things never change. No matter how much you want it to.