Like Every Time Before.

You give up, like every time before.
That is how you survived the war.


It's true, you know. You reach a point whereby winning doesn't matter anymore and it's all just about survival. The word "achievement" has a new meaning. I remember when it used to infer that I had done something special, something noteworthy and that reverie just prompts a spiteful laugh because waking up in the morning shouldn't be an achievement, but these days it is. 


I'm running on caffeine and a fucked up body-clock at the moment. 


I didn't even have the concentration to remember to publish the post.