Can love slowly yet surely grow into resentment? Not necessarily love, but the things that we do for love. Say, for example, you are helping your mother through a very rough transition of different medical drugs; slowly eliminating one and starting an entirely new one. Now, in my personal opinion, I think people who have been through more life-altering events know the deeper and more meaningful side of love and relationships than others. Yet, when your mother is balling on her bathroom floor while you're there to clean up her bloody mess after she clawed herself to mere bone; it can cause one to wonder if this is what relation and heredity will subdue you to. I do not want to resent my mother, but I also do not want to grow up aspiring to be the exact opposite of her either. Did I miss the one way ticket to normalcy? Because in all honesty, on the outskirts of my large stew of love brews a terrible new being yet waiting to be unleashed.

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Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
a sunrise and the sun sets.
You’re lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
a sunrise and the sun sets you realize
then you forget what you’ve been trying to retain.
But everybody knows it’s all about the things
that get stuck inside of your head,
like the songs your roommate sings
a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed.
and she raised her hands in the air asked you,
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
cause you have changed.
Yeah, you have changed.
Sunrise, the sun sets.
You are hopeful and then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
for a sunrise or sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she’d stay?
For a sunrise or sunset.
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset.
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It’s a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There’s no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play.
But everything you do is leading to the point
where you just won’t know what to do.
And at that moment you may laugh
but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.
So it’s true, the trick is complete.
become everything you said that you never would be.
You’re a fool! You’re a fool!
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
The sunrise and the sun sets.
Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, the sun sets.
Sunrise, the sun sets.
Sunrise, sunset.
Go home to your apartment
put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play.
Sunrise, sunset.
Where are you Arienette?
Where are you Arienette?

I attempted to do the recycling today and all I got was a face full of empty cat food tins courtesy of the wind.

How can someone so inconsistent mess up so consistently