a skip of the lip

there's nothing quite as lonely as an empty mailbox...

reality is subjective. yes, for sure. then what kind of reality is this?! it's an oxymoron...reality is just our imaginative personal perceptive. we are much confused and we have no other way of existing.

love is not in the air. it is air. it is just as thin and engulfing, it sets a mood, it enchants you, then it leaves, like the morning mist over a lake is bound to do. or it's presence is just not so tangible.

are we happier now? were we happier then? what if i prove you now we seem to know we HAVE to be happy, while once..well, they just didn't see it as the big important part of the picture it is now. how far back am i talking about? don't know...middle ages? but why all of a sudden we are bound to be happy? to prove a progressive society? fuck that. i don't know what i should be, i don't feel like anything, let alone happy or satisfied, i am just petrified, stoned, stunned, barely amused, but i bet the glitch is in me, everybody else seems to enjoy the ride. save for those morose kids in the corner, but i don't like them anyway. happy...i have time for a change of attitude, it takes a flick of your wrist.