Buried with a Rock
Some of you will never understand. You either don't listen, can't speak the language, or just too opposite and constructed wrong. I don't hate you. I am not angry with you. It's just cold, windy, and wet from the rain. A beautiful day by all metrics of my perspective. Solitary is the only point of contention from where one stands. I missed way too many opportunities, took too long to make connections and reach out. People I could have helped up, hoisted their burdens to my shoulder as I do for everyone else needing it... And for that, I apologize. I like being the villain. But too often I find myself corrupted by good deeds, even if they come later than they should. In hindsight, I guess I should have listened to you better when I had you. I miss you buddy.