Death of a Star

I hardly ever write on this not because i don't care for blogging, but because I am more involved in Facebook and Twitter. However, when things go down in my life and I am faced with the sudden and very real situation in which I am in it again. What is it? drama. I detest it, and somehow it has a way of finding me. I avoid you dear Drama at all cost, not because you are not exciting, but excitingly and excruciatingly boring. End of days, time feels like a pool of stank water in which dreams have been fecated on ( is that a word, and if it is not is should be like shitted on) Done, dissolved.... reality is here and stark in the face. Hmmm what to do with this revelation. Cryptic, I know its meant to be, I just have to capture the feeling, the sense of betrayal, hurt, distrust. It is over... in more ways than one.. but in the end, I am glad I was not taken into it.. that feeling of euphoria, it is now deadened,.. or rather honed to BS. Right, remember the feeling, not the base for something worthwile...