but my grip is nonexistent
I'm reaching into a seemingly empty void.
And if I can grasp what I aimed for--
I think we'd both be shocked--
rather impossible and of course insane,
but for me--inevitable.
I'm taking a risk at ruining it all,
and trust me, there's lots to be destroyed.
A refuge I've taken
and fallen for
I wallow in sorrow day after day
just to relay it all back to you
I must seem really anal
But with every storm comes your stereotypical rainbow
and supposedly with every rainbow comes a pot of gold
and except (allegedly)in the case of The Neverending Story...
with every story comes an end;
my daily chapters close with a genuine laugh
when you bring it all back down to Earth.