the hours never caused a stirr so why should i wait on the changing of the
year to bring around new, more mature ambitions? someone commented on my lack of exicitement for the new year and i thought, "if the world could change me like it did the
nomenclature of the year, perhaps i might show more enthusiasism for this night;" however, i simply nodded and shrugged my head,
apathetic to my own thoughts.
and maybe i should place more faith in the days than in people. i've never seen the sun forget to set or the moon attack me out of ill-will or unsettled revenge. winter has set in for what seems like forever, and the price of gas has just doubled. i'd call someone to take me out, out of this faithless drought, but it's apparant that no one cares.
pain is the one thing i've never lost faith in.
(happy new year.)