It Is What It Is.

 I stood there. Staring out at nothing across the tracks. Empty of intent, entirely...empty...
"what's the point?..." ...
I drift off mid-thought. swerving into somewhere that feels dangerous. A place made darker by its lack of melancholy, its lack of any feeling what so ever. So matter of fact. So cold.
That it sends a shiver through me, or at least it would. If I gave a shit about anything at all right now.
 I reached a certain level of acceptance. Acceptance of the fate that- this- this is what it is. Life is this. And people... Well people are the way they are...
 Ahhh...but acceptance means fuck all, when you are such a hopeful naïve little idealist! It means bullshit.
I know, but I do not want to know. I want to believe, I wish to trust that we are all a little better.
That we are all just a tiny bit lost,...
But what the fuck does it matter?....
What does any of it matter...
Ahhhh...here I go again. Along this pointless path, no place to go. no place to end.
But, to end.