When the thought of yesterday no longer determine the fate of tomorrow what is left to feel? Hard to say when exactly in this fucked up cycle the day ends. Seems like nothing moves forward, nothing even moves back. So where does this all end up? Same old story, same old beginning, same old ending. But what more could be told? Constant battle in a mind where thoughts win every fight. Been hell trying to fix what’s been left behind, but the pieces don’t fit anymore. They probably never did. And yet forgiveness wants to fill that void. What the fuck for. Nothing makes sense in this stupid story. Nothing ever make sense in these fucking stories. So now what?