Boring. Everything’s so dreadfully boring.
Sure, the pictures still move, and the world still looks amazing in the sunset, but I’ve seen it all before.
I long for a change. A change of everything. I ache for something different.
Because the words are always the same, the dots and commas are at the same place time and time again. And all those maybes make it pretty damn hard to find an actual answer.
I have lost the meaning along the way. I’ve been walking this lonesome path forever now. The words are empty, they’re not deep or metaphorical, they’re just words. How ironic.
Another burnt out cigarette, another empty beer. I wouldn’t trade this cheap brand for anything.