BULL SHIT

Days have passed , ideas have developed and they have been destroyed even before their conception , I wonder if they felt a thing .

The world has aged and yet I don't feel the difference its like time is stuck, I mean it could be Monday forever what a horrible thought for the working class. Well time they say has passed yet I don't feel any wiser , yes the physical decay might have been yet the spirit hasn't changed. Its still in the state of constant disarray, searching for peace, ahh peace a thing of the past. Beautiful memories , tied with ribbons of gold and shut in Shoe boxes to be opened whenever alone, just for those secrect moments of desired misery.

What a torment it is , I mean yes those days were bloody good, filled with fun and frolic , with no care in the world. How has it changed I wonder in actuality not much to tell you the truth the only difference is that the people of the past are not there and the future doesn't seem right.

Well you open the shoe box take a look, smile and then this sensation of such devastation conquers you that for a second you are left breathless, it is over those are gone it was the past , it cant be lived again.

Well the past was the past iv learnt not to look at it too much and to live more in the present after all its more in, more happening. Actually I think Im gonna forget the past soon with only a few memories scattered here and there life sunny meadows in a dark forest. But the road for me is blank and I can choose the colors I wanna fill in as i walk along.

I know this is not like the writings of the past not enough sarcasm I guess , but what can I say its Christmas, so merry Christmas to all