typical typical me.........i wish i stopped and just laughed about it.

the cards dealt to me are seemingly consistent

my reactions, predictable -loud- boring

he's karma's bitch, come to slap me in the face

but i'm here to spit at him, insult him

wake him to existence.

he'll have no other choice but to walk away

he'll only have to suffer my willful ignorance for a second

and where he goes, there he'll find what his looking for.

as for me

it's a becoming role.

to be the poster-child for suffering

the light switch to desperate lives

that moment of 'a ha'

after i break them

and wake them to realizing

that they don't have to suffer...

....to walk away

and dread the crossroads.


................................today i wondered, when i wake up, who'll be left from the crowd.