So, here, at night, playing the game I play most often with people, when I'm up this late and drunk just enough, like this, I'm wondering: when I'm experiancing a moment a sweet and slow as this, that only lasts just a little while, is it worth it if there's no one else around to experiance it? The knee-jerk reaction is no, of course, but if you really think about it, I don't think it's o black and white. The game is still being played, by me, maybe even spreading to others, and maybe that makes something like a difference, at some point, in the end.
There's someone missing, right now. Someone I havn't spoken to in longer that I should have. Maybe, if I can make everything alright there, in that one place, I can fix everything else. It's doubtful, but you hang on to that hope because, in the end, it's the little bit of light that you hope will refract, to shine further than it seemed possible at first. If done the right way, it'll shine in the mirror that's been held up to humanity, supported by the people that feel inclined to bear the weight. I can only hope there are as many as I feel like there must be. If your one of them, thank you so, so much, for making thei weight that much lighter.
There's someone missing, right now. Someone I havn't spoken to in longer that I should have. Maybe, if I can make everything alright there, in that one place, I can fix everything else. It's doubtful, but you hang on to that hope because, in the end, it's the little bit of light that you hope will refract, to shine further than it seemed possible at first. If done the right way, it'll shine in the mirror that's been held up to humanity, supported by the people that feel inclined to bear the weight. I can only hope there are as many as I feel like there must be. If your one of them, thank you so, so much, for making thei weight that much lighter.