Crap that just churns my butter...
And the shit of it all is that it's not even me and the issues I use to have with the whole thing anymore but now it's more a matter of concern and sympathy for someone who has been casted a part but not yet ready to make a debute in this play we call "life."
Yeh, I'm sure the person exists, just not added into the grand scheme of things at this time. So, I contemplate the idea of, can one really feel sorry for another they have not even met and possibly never will meet but wonders what lies ahead for them?
Yeh I'm tired and needing my sleep before my midnight shift... Here's where I would be referred to as "cryptic."
Peace to you unknown soul... You have my best wishes waiting for you when you enter stage left.
