Fountain

It’s just not the same when you wake up in the morning with a smile on your face and you know you lied your self to sleep. He said it takes more then sharp eyes, it takes more then steady hands and it take more the cool nerves it takes luck, pure dumb luck the kind of luck that wins lotteries and the kind of luck that walks away form plain crashes. Don’t read into the subtext if I wanted you to know I just would have told you or maybe I wouldn’t. Sometimes what is thought of, as exasperation means absolutely nothing. Sometimes words themselves amount to nothing but the ink that types them on off white paper