forests always there

bitter in waking, too attatched to the intangible and vivid memories of dreams! recalling fleeting moments of realisation, only to be ignored and passed between the pages of subconcious this and that
i thnk i have realised that there is only ordinary
and i am bowing out of the race for anothers heart
because we are never happy, even when we get the things we want
and i am sick of being heart sick
and full of wit and worry

i am going into hybernation
and i dont expect to ever want to leave the house again
which may be problematic
since i can nevr have company over

we will never fufil those plans we made i guess

and noone ever takes the time
to take the effort
to show those who are so distant
how they care
or how TO care