Well, what do I know? It just went out the window, a fleeting thought in the wind.
Nothing comes easy now, yet it is difficult to make something out of nothing.
Words are just a combination of letters spelling out neutral emotions like a dull springboard that has seen one enthusiastic diver too many. Expletives cannot even express what I feel inside, and I am not going to stoop so low as to resort to that just to satisfy my emotional needs.
I have seen better days. My moments of glory may have passed, but do I dare hope for a recurrence, or leave as is?