A minus that won't add up."
it's one of those strange things. one of those jagged little pills, the book of ecclesiastes. a thing that is so full of truth that it makes your soul ache. and yet it feels good to be understood... to find your heart written out in ancient texts. you don't feel so crazy if the guy credited with being the wisest man in the world felt exactly the same as you.
i was promised newness.
and as of yet, it's all the same.
nothing has changed.
i am teetering on the edge of mistrust. distrust.
whatever. trust is fading quickly.
it's a different scene. a different act. a different cast of characters.
but it's the same story playing out again.
will it always be this way?