Wednesday, September 14, 2005
The walls are caving in
The ceiling's falling down
This house of cards we built on sand
Is structurally unsound
I sometimes don't know what to think about life and people and truth and consequences and what it is exactly that does make the world go around. It's almost as if Malcolm's blog was an eerie premonition as to what was soon to be a reality in our lives. Why do our friends make the choices they do when we've all begged them not to? I fear for someone like him in prison. In so many ways he is my muse, and although I dread the thought of what's facing him now, I am a firm believer in the consequences of your actions. But it makes you wonder...
How does someone like him who can probably still count on both hands the number of times they've done the stuff get caught when there are drug dealers roaming the streets on a daily basis giving this shit to our kids who never get caught?
♥Oh, so vintage... 7:26 AM