Foolish.

hers is forced craziness.. mine is natural abstraction. i love reading those half coherent thoughts though.. half formed.. incomplete.. very much there, but were you to try to define them, the thoughts the feeling, they die instantly..

its crazy how six years of concreteness is so washable with something i dont put much stock in anymore.

friendships burn in hell.. it doesnt take much. not at all. just a word here and there.. someone meaning more in all their haziness of form.

Stand guard on the foundations.. watching the building collapse.. the glass piercing the eyes and heart.

Utter foolishness.