The mellow feel, the quiet stars, the trade winds. It soothes the soul. It creates quietness, it creates calmness within.
I just don't know anymore. The drive, the passion for some things have been damaged and withered. For now, as we are economically, a pull back, a recession, a depression all fits the definition of my feelings.
Words can't describe, that's all.
It's just odd.
On a lighter note, changing of some things will occur.
I've said it before in my emotional vents, and I'll say it again. The artificial support will die. People will realize whose real and who isn't. The market will genuinely value companies. Oh well. It's not like things matter. Like the market, it's something I don't control.
The rage is the fuel that drives the compassion. However, this fuel isn't in the allocation I've wished it to be.
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