one for joy, two for sorrow

I feel like there's a war over my head. And I want to stand tall in the middle of the war grounds, hoping that a grenade would come my way. Not so much for the pride in dying of a sacrfice, but dying to admit defeat. So that hopefully....finally....I can fall asleep. Soundly.

There you go. Possibly my most bleak and subdued entry of the year.