The suggestion was that I already had replaced the very activity I desired. Feels and looks almost the same however the major difference is staring right back at me in the form of pixels.
And it brings a level of shattered confidence and especially when it has been so long. No longer is the real chase there within me because of the replica sitting in it's place.
She looks good until you realise that the woman I see is as far as I know non existent in my actual reality. She only lives behind a screen.
It's not practice. More of a joke than anything.
It's funny how it turns out in the end.. The day of my 20th birthday is the night that I meet someone very special and.. as far as I know I lost her due to being unable to take one extra step. Instead I ran, the worse part is the boy who may have taken my place.. well..
So if I have lost her all I can do next time is try. And if I fail than so be it, I'll look elsewhere.
No matter how beautiful she is.
Who am I?
- Jim Faust
- Quickly evolving and strange concepts, bitter taste and sweet sweet serenity. Broken and completely insane, sitting in the middle of the room, quietly observing the mad chaotic vastness and admiring it's complexity, simply and peacefully.
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