Oh, the agony of something as simple as an expectation.
How easy it has become for nothing more than a whisper to shackle you, shun you into the farthest recesses of society out there.
Reality stings when the cheater gains more gold than you. It is only life to accept that often times, doing wrong is the only right.
From the right side of the road, the oncoming traffic can be scary.
Day in, day out.
There isn’t a change.
Am I slipping farther away or creeping steadily closer? What am I losing; what am I nearing?
One needs a reference point to be able to judge happiness and sadness, but I find myself stuck in the absolute middle.
I think this is perhaps the worst living purgatory of all.
Going through the motions; what is the point?
It almost feels as though there is nothing there anymore.