Some days, even the most dramatic is tragic

A thousand people writing their thoughts on a porch that has space for a thousand more, is just the start of the way forward. We have a world of writing, a concept of understanding those scriptures that we conceive to be a functional way of reasoning, that happens to keep the world believing, that everything is just how it could be, and what we perceive it. We are nothing more then a sad state of reasoning, so many words go repeated, un-uttered, unheard by those they were meant for, albe it through sentiment, conscript, insult or reaction, there is far too much life for this petty and meaningless conjecture of assumptive approximations. We must just hope that despite all our vein efforts to ill comunicate all of our most heart felt words to those who we wish to hear them despite our wills, that they are found to be sufficiently acceptant of the emotion they ignore.