If this day was the water in a cup...it'd be stale. Some might say "stale?" I'd say "Yeah...google the word"...(as though "googling" was a proper verb)
Whose response would most likely illicit a "So what's the significance of that word?" I'd say "there is no significance!!!" Then turn with a slight smirk...
Sometimes there is no deeper meaning than what you are reading right now but sometimes...just sometimes...there is...
"As she said goodnight, my eyes had not yet acclimated to the lights being turned off. Her walk seemed ominous as she disappeared into the darkness of the room...as if into darkness itself"
"Quick-witted, stick-fitted and shut off from all peers doomed unto a uniqueness extinction by the very nature of their souls direction brought on by nothing short of dullen infection. Cry out for respite from all the lonely un-alone in this wonderwheel it's on called life. Yeah, my little one, call it wife when it's altogether something different. Lie to it's life and make it believe the untruth of it's make believe existence until the wake-up call comes as it supposed to...too fuckin late. Forever I can quantify out of the lie most think it is but who has time for "too fuckin late?"...time to wake up to songbirds and sunsets. If you could see them, you can share them..."
~Moses Apollo Apolinaris
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