Rather coincidental the sky decided to bear another mask today. As if we decided to push time back a year. Or perhaps I was just imagining things. Dark days.. that have since more than vividly embedded themselves into the recesses of my mind.. it's all coming back.
It'd be unnecessary now to say, "Time flies." Of course, "time flies" is reserved.. for nostalgic recollections.. or when I run out of things to say. I don't know. Yes, they say time flies when you're having fun. It still does every second a human being is alive. What is time, anyway? Perhaps.. a mere measurement, a number. Can time exist once people cease to? Can life be measured by time? Who is to say.. that any of my seconds or my days behold any real meaning.. beyond just a numerical value? Time.. still wastes away even as you're alive but not living.
Well, I wish I could.. not project my troubles onto other people. There's more bothering me than just that surface of what I'm willing to say. I'm sorry I can't pretend. Sorry that I can't just laugh it off. Sorry that I can't fool myself into thinking that situations are better.. that I'm moving forward when I'm really moving back.
It's hard to laugh and smile. And harder when I think about it later. But I suppose that's what's expected. Don't go killing the mood, no. I suppose it is best to do anything.. as long as I'm not hurting anyone else. I wonder if it easy to pretend. Or if the world has to. Or if the world is just more grateful that I'd ever be.
Maybe the world is indeed lonely.. and I'm just not taking the time to notice. What I've come to realize.. we all prance through life as though it were a masquerade.
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