Robin Tales

I don’t want anything Nothing more And so it stays  Broken in so many ways This is life Life as I know it I won’t change I don’t change I really don’t care Whether its not what you mean It really doesn’t matter And if its not what you mean Now you’re going with me And its only you I can see I can’t feel anything Don’t use your eyes to open me up There was the wind There was the sweet I can’t see the road ahead And I really don’t want to So much right With so much wrong So alike Yet so very different If its not incomplete What’s the fun?! That’s deep Lets not think I break every day I’m whole everyday Never will you see Or in the light from the dark What’s on your mind What are you thinking Here I am And the spinning begins Let me break out Or let me not Because after this All I ever

I'm out of my mind. It wasn't perfect the first time. In fact, it was quite the dreary and dreadful type you wouldn't want to experience ever again. And I was traveling by the same airline again. On the same route. So naturally, the hasty running between two gates, gasping for breath, thinking you're about to collapse with sheer stress, tired legs which would give up any second, and managing to get to the seat just in time before the doors closed, sweating and panting for the entire flight to have a popcorn moment, is what's on your mind. The newer additions to the travel rules were not helping either. I was probably fretting my transit more than anything - last I remember I was scared of Courage the Cowardly Dog, so my threshold for paranoia is really high. Here I was, looking through the flight for a friendly face. Luckily for me, #sarcasm, I found an over-friendly one. I mean I wanted to just listen to some music or watch crappy old sitcoms only so I wouldn