No Laughing Matter

these recent days have been good ones i'd say. my world swirls itself in knots at times. a juxtaposition of recent layers have made me hyper-analytical. i cant quite grasp the basic comfort of another humans presence, let alone the concept of possible regrets. i ramble on blogs meant for not so deep happenings, yet my journals, once so fully abound with nonesensical greatness, runs dry.

i'm not ready to be a cynic just yet.