there are days when i practically run home and head straight for the ice cream. and there are days which are just kind of Wordless. Wordless Wednesday. it's like. okay. its wednesday. breathe. exist. wednesday ends. okay. now what. eat, do work, laugh, read, talk? everything just seems to be a distraction from The Ultimate Ending; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. this process is tedious and sometimes, the fast forward button taunts and tempts me. tell me, what's the point, really?
it's thursday tomorrow.