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E.R.F.
Eddie. King of Elk. Are stories lies, or are lies just stories? Or is it just the same problem that we had explaining the rectangle/square thing? I don’t know.

You ever read those verses about how the world keeps turning and turning and everything that takes place on it is essentially the same?

Fancy globe or some crap I don’t heckin know its an old picture and it seemed to fit the story.

Your eyes capture moments but will never be full of them. Streams of water flow into the sea, yet the sea doesn’t run over like a water glass. It just keeps filling up. You just keep seeing. I mean you can close your eyes but then you’re just seeing darkness.

What has been,

Will be again.

What is done,

Will be done again.

There is nothing new under the sun.

I never understood this until now.

Here’s a pretentious shot of a clock (OO! Time symbolism?) and the sun in a greenhouse or something. I took the picture, of course, but have since forgotten in the cloud of self loathing that is the last of my teenage years.

Until now. Now that I have really and truly tried for what feels like may be the last time.

I spoke up, got my chance, and I blew it. Several times. With massive sticks of dyno-might never show my face in public again.

I just…I blew it.

I mean, I must be an incredible liar because not only do most believe what I say (or what I write in pleading letter-length emails attempting to prove my own dillusional self worth), but I believe what I say. How messed up is that? Yet now I look back and I wonder how I hoodwinked myself. Who was I kidding? Where did this pride come from that had no business being there? Where did it start and how do I end it?

“For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge the more grief.” Ecc. 1.18 Or just a silly, sappy, pathetic picture of some rain on my dorm window.

When I have dreamed (I know, it sounds silly, but bear with me), I do my best to convince myself that this is my purpose on this wonderful planet that is God’s green earth (there’s more blue than green but whose counting after all our lives are but a whisp of a candle right?). That I am here for a reason that is bigger than myself.

Then before I know it I have leapt at an oportunity and taken a chance and just missed it.

I…I don’t even know what to say to that one, Tumblr-photo-typography-edit. This does not make me feel any better.

Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you’ll drift off in the ambiguous oblivion that is the pitch black vastness of space. You like breathing? Too bad. You can’t here. Those massive black holes called “Expectations” suck all the air outta this place. Swish your arms about a bit and you may just affect your trajectory towards one of those stars but they are lightyears away and you’ll be dead by the time you reach one.

Even if you reach one alive, it won’t matter anyway.

I can guarantee, someone has done it before, but we just say no one has done it before because…well…we forgot about ’em.

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity….right?

I work far too hard at letting everyone know how idiotic I truly am.

What? What does this even mean? Don’t tell me what to do.

I mean, yeah, you’re working your arms pretty good but all I see coming from your hard work are a few somersaults and that’s nothing compared to what other people can do out here- did you see Sandra Bullock in “Gravity”?

C’mon, open your eyes.

Your dreaming day is done.

Just float around in space with us

and watch from high above

as everything repeats itself

under that blasted sun.

Anyone got any sunglasses?