Hollow Bones

We make choices, so many choices. We see roads and we choose the ones to take. We think the right road will lead to the right place; things can change, and things can be different. If only I pick the right road. These places, however, that these roads take us to all share the same inherent inadequacies that are perceived by my pessimistic perception of the planet.

The grass won't be greener until it is no longer juxtaposed with the things that are painted by the greenness of the envy that I cover everything in. Not until the here-and-now outweigh the then and what-could-have-been will I dance again. It's self created and self perpetuated and my mind is my greatest enemy.

I will continue to build my army, but with all the force and no inspiration, I am headed down a road with no destination. Show yourself, my love, and I will run to you, and I will dance with you.