phear

"Alone Amongst Billions"

I'm really feeling the blatant factuality of these words lately. It's amazing how the man-made importance of certain days really weighs on you like bottlecaps on and old man's bridge.
Why these thoughts?
Why this major malfunction?
These are just days like any other , right? The sun comes up then goes down in a slightly similar fashion. My breathing remains constant. Your breathing still does its thing.

So how is it we allow these "holidays" to get us down at times? I feel so lame.