Friday, April 30, 2021


The world should've dumped me years ago.  There might've been attempts, but all were in vain.  Resolve was never achieved for the deed. 

Instead, there's this love/hate, tease-but-never-deliver thing going on.  I'm thinking that's all there's ever going to be; that's all there can be.  The apple hangs in front of the beast of burden forever.