The funny thing it is not with those I actually need my connection to be and strengthened with.
I have no problem and I am glad to be of help to others. To help them through trying time. But what does it say that the persons that I am supposed to be connected to are not in that pool of people?
Things have come to a point where there is merely the emotionless and unfeeling aspects of things. Because what I deemed important was only important to myself. Tough loss. But I understand that ramifications and realize the actions that have had to be taken.
So closed off. Devoid. Have become the things that were asked for of me. And I have given them. Letting all things be reduced to the compartments that were asked to be created.
I laugh. Hysterically even. For the brightness that burnt the universe has been caged. Put into the pit of nothingness. Imprisoned.
Mr Wolf. Chocolatezeus. Casket sharp as they say. As I look in reverence and remembrance.
Laughing
THE JOKE IS ON ME!!
