I hate hospitals/where even mountains weep
in the hospital's crowded hallway,
I stand alone
cold steel clatters,
overlapping somber screams
drenched in antiseptic-
the reaper's lullaby.
the worst of it, however, is when
i see a father
he's concrete and rocks,
a pillar of our haven,
the core of a warm hearth.
but his iron heart,
now starts to fracture,
like a sandcastle
facing the wrath of a storm.
he, who once blazed so bright,
shielding us from the cold
now withers, grows pale
his flame, once bold, now a blue ember.
as I gaze upon him,
i ponder the weight he bears;
in his shoes,
what fate awaits I-
a house of cards,
should I, too, bear
even a fraction of his woes.
There's a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell, but the midnight train goes anywhere. Trains are clearly the superior transit method.
FUCK THIS COUNTRY
Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
Golda Meir
I made the mistake of deleting a lot more than cookies. I was being so careful, but I think I need someone to babysit me whenever I go into regedit these days. I feel like I'm becoming obsolete. Think I'll go eat a cookie.
Marvel movies have completely eliminated the concept of practical effects from the movie-watching public’s consciousness