A new day. Another foray into the unknown. As is every second. I am at such a loss as to what to do about anything. Almost in a state of mental paralysis. I'll be gone so soon. Don't know how long. Its part of the plan though. But not mine. Will you be there for me? No. I am alone. You tread upon the surface but no one wants in. No one to listen, to touch, to share. Keep searching, keep searching. In vain? Who knows? The clock is ever ticking. But my time is not running out. I have no time. I am eternal. More depressing still. But only for the moment. Things will change, for better and for worse. We are so easily dissatisfied with what we have. We always want more or something else but when we seek it we usually end up with something we didn't want or expect. Then we wish for what we had. If there were Gods watching from above I could certainly imagine them laughing their celestial asses off. But there aren't. Others maybe. I hope someone is laughing atleast. It would be a shame for all of this comedy to go to waste. Is laughter just a relief that it's not happening to us?
