A dabble at thought

Normalcy is the instrument of late striking such chords that dull the very minutes etched into a day. Motivation lacking seconds create days and accomplishments dissolve leaving little to materialize. Existence forever beckoning and yet life so finite.

How are you is but a phrase others welcome yet only simple gestures assist in making puppets continue with their days. Honesty is not what our world longs for as my glass overflows with meaningless dribble a shadow is borne from each encounter.

I've stood before you and never been myself. I've spoken the words and never truly felt. The renditions have been played and new actors take our stage smoking scenes as dead skin peels away.

The dance macabre ode to another vampiric day draining life from life and once we are no more I can honestly say none of this mattered.