Not all hope is lost,
But it will run out when my energy does.
…
It’s holding for now,
But it won’t forever.
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I'm a middle-aged nobody breathing one day at a time in Ontario, Canada.
This tiny corner of the Internet is an outlet for unmasking random thoughts and creations surrounding life in general, adventures in budō, and any other topics that come to a ridiculous mind.
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Not all hope is lost,
But it will run out when my energy does.
…
It’s holding for now,
But it won’t forever.
I hope I’m different
Just a little different
In the morning
Warm life runs beyond
Horizons unreachable
Starless nightmares cold
Disconnect, alone
Weighing down others’ lips
Fear will save me now
Silence pervasive:
Battlefield spread before me
Sunrise glints sharply
I can’t see anything looking forward. It’s blank. Unknown. I can only look backwards, on what fuzzy bits I can remember.
Young woman at the coffee shop, complete stranger, trusting myself and my friend to guard your expensive technology so you could leave the room for a break — your trust in us was heartwarming.
Something is different now.
The whispering voice isn’t quite the same.
One day I may be just so tired of these return trips
I’ll just be done with it…
Right now it’s just a distant memory
As if long gone, but I know better
So now is the time to arm myself
Choose the weapons, don the armour
Smiling all the while, enjoying this time…
Cobain sang about not having a gun, but ate a 20-gauge.
Benington…
Avicii…
I would love to believe that if they had chosen the other path, they would be glad today that they did.