a sentimentalised and institutionalised celt

half crazed by morning light,
with this last breath we march to fight.

Most of the time I stumble in and out of inadequate stupours, convinced that those around me only suffer me because they have no other fool upon whom to pin their jokes. Sometimes, but only sometimes, I feel I am deserving of the friendships I have accumulated over the years, but most of the time, I do feel as though I deserve more than the crap I am ladened with.

This sense of self-entitlement within humankind knows no bounds, and I can only hope that I am not gratuitous, wanting more simply for the sake of having more, and instead that I am deserving of goodness in my life as opposed to the bad which hovers above all of our heads. I do try to see the silver lining to every cloud, but this knock, as sharp and as gutting as it is, is proving difficult for my metal detector to navigate.

Some people split hairs, some people like to split the atom - I’m a bit of a perfectionist, I like to split the electron.