02.28.15 [23/52] Pick me up, dust me off, give me breath and let me cough…

02.28.15
Music/title: Tongues; Joywave
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“Sometimes, I think, they’re all just speaking tongues.”

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Every breath I take is a direct result of the past decisions I’ve made.
Every single thing is a direct result of the decisions I’ve made…

I get caught in this infinite loop sometimes…
[ What if I’d never gotten the job, or the one that followed? ]
[ What if I’d realized that girl at work was hitting on me, and ended up with her instead?  ]
[ What if I’d never left at all? ]

 

It’s this endless, endless cycle..
One in which I’ll drown myself until I can’t tell if it’s spinning or standing still.

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I find it horribly amusing that I have no qualms in my lack of belief in a god,
But this… This is what really gets me.

 

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Drag me back, collect my thoughts…