Atalist's Dungeon

a haiku. Blog disappeared annoying runaround to fix fixed and over it.

I think about the future and wonder, is this really the path I chose? am I meant for more or am I doomed to repeat the same mistakes. I feel like I am on the precipice of great change and I am realizing it. Do I give up easily? no not ever. I don't know if I could abide a life that was lived by the easy road. I have never taken it and wouldn't know where to start. I don't know how people live the easy road.

A wise woman would look at future with possibility I look at these possibilities with confusion and an ineptitude to do anything...  at least anything right? my soul is bursting and shattering within my breast  divided gemini pushes forth from the shards.  two halves of the entirety split in decision, thought and will.  no decision is right but there are definitely wrongs to be played.

Life is not fair sometimes. This entity of life seems to be a right foul bitch. just when things seem to be at their worst or best, she throws a curveball and fucks everything up. It's not enough that she takes people at will, and tosses them in a cyclone of disaster or peril. She allows the assholes, the real perpetrators of evil off with a lovely picturesque life. While I seem to have a wonderful life and have been granted mercy on some accounts. I just want life to know that I know she is a bitch, a cruel, vicious, snide bitch. This fact alone is why no one makes it out alive.