Pessimism

Why do bad things happen to good people?
He has an earnest heart, for the most part, I think, but he is plagued by stress and anger.
He takes things too personally, and has no tolerance for ignorance of any kind.
Maybe if he stopped to enjoy the little things, or accepted that the weight of the world is too much for him;
his outlook and life may improve.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
You walk with a limp and get teased, called Limpy.
I cannot recall your true name but someone once told me your story.
You had a lovely family. Then your parents split up.
You were living in Detroit with your Mother, your loving mother.
A man broke into your house and shot your mother, you tried to save her but couldn't.
You were shot in the leg and the man fled. He came and left in a matter of moments and changed your life forever.
You were just an honest normal boy, with an honest loving mother.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
You were at home.
perhaps cleaning, making a meal.
Waiting for him to come home- where was he?
He was working, trying to make it through the day and see you, your lovely family.
A plane. A marvel of science, often taken for granted in todays day and age.
A building. So numerous, so grand, housing so many people.
A collision. So wondrously catastrophic.
What were you doing when the planes and buildings met? Did you know you were saying goodbye to your love that morning, for the last time?

..Why do bad things happen to good people?

Mountains

In the morning when I'm still half asleep i like to gaze out my window.
The view is nothing to be envious of.
I can survey the road behind my house, the backs of houses opposite the road, the deck of one house, the lights of another.
The only thing about looking outside is the weather.
Sometimes when it's foggy, I like to look out, and pretend that i'm looking at the edge of the world.
Like there's nothing more beyond the fog.
Sometimes though, when it's just right and the clouds line up well enough with the rising sun, i like to pretend that there's mountains in the distance.
My region is awfully flat, and I've always wanted to look out my window and see mountains.
People must take them so for granted as the backdrop of their pictures and gazes.
One day i'll move to Alberta, or B.C. for the mountains.

All Aboard

So I question, what sort of a boy have I become then if I can't even comfort you?
I used to know all the right things to say, my heart used to be pure and earnest.
I used to be able to wipe tears with my words and embrace you with perfectly articulated sentences.
Where has my insight gone?
It eludes me like the world in the morning fog. I know It's present but too distant to decipher.
Though this is true of more than just my insight.
In terms of trains of though I am a trainwreck

One Day I May

I hope that one day I may experience the freedom that a bird does.

I hope that one day I may come and go, coast and drift, place to place, as I see fit.

I hope that one day I may soar above others to achieve greater heights, and higher greatness.

I hope that one day I may open the door of this cage and spread my wings; to no longer be strangled by these bars that have become my days.

I hope that one day I may breathe easy and revel in the brilliance of all of nature and not fret about the trials of tomorrow.

I hope that one day I may be passing by and look down upon all that is, and merely keep going, indifferent to the boundaries and restrictions of life.

I hope that one day I may not wake up and realize that this is merely a fantasy. That what today I may call aspirations, will tomorrow be a fading dream, and that I will be left scrambling to collect the feathers it has left me with.

Procrastinator

This habit is bad, it's plagued my academics from day one.

I've lost count of the speeches i've written and recited on it.

My science ISP is due next monday, Charles Darwin's Life and Work.

I should probably start that soon shouldn't I?

Yet I've wasted the day sleeping and filling the silences with smooth jazz.

Maybe a cool shower will assist me in focusing. Or is this just the thought process of a procrastinator.

I suppose blogging about it isn't accomplishing much but passing the time.

Today

Today is crisp

Today is frigid

Today is brighter than usual

Today is a start

a start of a week

a start of a project

a start of stress once again

Today needs to go away

Today needs to revert to yesterday

I do not look towards tomorrow

Why would I, when I have an aversion of even today?

people say look towards tomorrow, but what does tomorrow bring

yesterday was nice, i'll go back to yesterday

because today and tomorrow can go fuck themselves