One dreary morning, I awoke to find my world had been shaken. The world as I had knew it was changed; I had come to find those of war and conquering, craved peace. Those of peace and isolation now craved war. It seemed my world was a mess but one gleam of hope shined into my eyes. But do you think my apathy-ridden mind saw this glimmer saw this peace of mind and body… No it didn’t, I was starved in this world that could quench any ones hunger. When I should ask why, and then and what now, instead I reached out to embrace the dark, cold lonely apathy. No reason compelled me, and I think that is what the problem was… Might you know how to cure the incurable? Could you save the unforgiven, the none believer, the anti-religion.

One man, one woman could make the difference for you, for me in this world… The only question on my mind is will that one person see that they make that much of a difference or will they shatter hope. Hope is losable and when one does loose that little shining light inside them. Outside their world it is has if they lost a love one, not once but over and over again. That is the curse for those of us without hope, those of us that wish for something better or try to make the best of what we have. I’ve never actually done this so I’m not the one to tell you about this. What I can tell you is be careful of the double edge sword that is hope.

Love is the same we all feel love, we all know love is never ending, that it will always exist and that it is unbreakable. Did you know that love is a curse, given to us to prevent us from having no color in our lives. Yes I’m gray, your gray we are all gray till we find a few essential things to make them bright, and gleeful, or dull and dreary. The choice is ours to find, these tools, a set of emotions to paint a picture. These tools and paints don’t come cheap though for each one of a bright tone you will find that you have two of a dark tone. Your mind will have to be set to make this picture perfect, only you and those you love can see this picture it is you, and how your world is seen around you. You can never see all of the colors just some of the color some of the time.

My next rant and tangent thoughts will lead me to nothing, as I have nothing really important to talk about just wanted to rant on and on about random useless trivial bullshit that might never serve me or anyone else a purpose then again it might, this sentence is becoming long do you think I should end it? I don’t but t I did for the sake of you my reader, which is most likely only me so it doesn’t matter, and maybe I should “forget about it” yah I know I stole a quote from the god father I feel like a real man now. We all know your not a real man till you can stand proud and take a kick to the nuts then you’re a real man.

P.S. BLARG! is the sound of the evil cow bear