Weather! Withering? Wether.

The site is underwater, it used to be in the clouds. Constant enjoyment from flying, feedback hidden in the earthbound shadows, as I contemplate drowning. Attention, attention, ATTENTION, it has never looked nor felt the same. Storms are meant to be weathered but this reality seems to be “the new normal”!

NEVER!

The economy apparently isn’t the only thing that has declined but when will our world feel familiar? Is the change going to be constantly welcomed, is it wrong to desire stability? Why can’t happiness, be like gravity… CoNsTaNt!

EVER?

Never seems to be the case I’m trapped in, locked up and collecting dust! Will this lack of lust continuously build up until I break? Will the mistakes we make be the death of us and if so please tell me, they won’t last!

FOREVER.