Well, This is Random...
The days pass and each day the world takes a little bit more of me than I'm comfortable with. I suppose it does not matter much, since I am not uncomfortable enough to do anything about it. I let the world take of me what it thinks is due, and I make what little I can with what little I am left with. I wake to beautiful mornings that go unnoticed, overshadowed by the sight of what we have made ourselves into. I have become one of them, at my choosing, and I should not complain.There is rarely a genuine smile in the faces that I meet. There are polite smiles, professional smiles, nervous smiles of people who have come to me for favors. These are forced out of common courtesy or n