Que Sera, Sera.

I started out writing a new post. I was almost going to submit it. But then I got sick of it. I suddenly got sick of everything and all at once. I felt annoyed, hurt, and confused. These things happen and they aren't my favorite moments but they HAPPEN.
I used to write a lot differently on here than I do now. This blog is slowlyyyyy going back to those marvelous times. This is what a follower said a very long time ago:
"You have the wicked ability to make no sense and all the sense in the world at the same time. One can only be in awe of something brilliant like that. (Forgive the corny-ness, but hopefully I got my point across.)" -A
I wish I was still writing like that.

Have you ever wished so long and hard for something that it pains you to think about it? Because it's never showed up? Have you ever felt so many things that the words wouldn't come no matter how many times you put your blasted pen to the paper? Have you ever written something on a paper, be it a hope, a dream, a goal, only to rip the paper up and throw it away because you don't have a single clue to how you will get there from this spot right now?

I have, I have, I have, I have.

Days on days and weeks on weeks. Wishes on shooting stars to wishes on 11:11, to wishes on the very first star. And all for the same thing and all never coming true.

Have you ever floated by on a cloud for a day only to realize it was a thunder cloud and wish you had never been anywhere in the sky? I have.

Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be, will be.

I remind myself daily of different things and I will be adding this one to that list.

Yours until the end of the internet,
Eiggam