Lost

Pensive What do I do to deserve your silence? I'm always on the short end of your temper. The world is screaming at me and I try to drown out the yells of anger with the scape of music. But the hollers are louder than the bass of my song. When will I be deserving of the happiness that life has to offer? Misfortune always seems to find a way to comfort me. Slow dancing with Misery is far from my intentions. "Chasing pavements" is simply my way of living. The draft of lonliness brings a chill to my bones. As hard as I try and no matter what, I can't seem to find the solace that I am lacking. Pillows will never snuggle back. This unfulfilling embrace is just so meaningless and rather pitiful. Empty to the touch.
Believe it or not...
I posted this on a good day.

However, I wrote on a sad day, sometime in October?!
at this current time and moment;
I'm not sad...I just had to put some
substance back to my blog cuz if you ask
me I haven't been writing anything worth reading.
I just dislike the fact that I write about sadness so
well...