I don't know how to deal with things.
When I don't know how to deal with things, I write.
I write about the way I wish things could be,
the way I wish things were.

It's like I'm on auto-pilot,
watching as a series of events unfolds
with no real control over how they happen.
Or when.

And why?
Maybe Karma.
Maybe bad luck.
Maybe no real reason at all.

Maybe I don't matter so someone else can.