NP: Love's Gonna Find You - Indigo Swing

A ridiculously optimistic song, but I still find it charming. I'm sure I could prove it wrong, but it wouldn't be any sort of victory. "Huttah! I managed to keep everybody from loving me! Now I'm gonna die miserable and alone like Weird Al Yankovic."

No thanks.

Not to say I don't consider the above scenario a possible, even probable ending to my story, but without the "huttah." No, I wouldn't be very happy laying at the bottom of an empty bowl of Kettle Corn, even if I am laced with white cheddar cheese (cheers, comrade).

I feel as though I'm sitting atop a pile of broken dreamer skulls like an orc, my monument to eight years of romantic inclinations, picking through them with no particular agenda or fondness. I suppose the night is partly to blame; memories and emotions are always stronger at night. Still, every pair of empty sockets, every gap-toothed, mirthless grin seems to promise the continuation of the cycle until all the world is overturned and the river of time passes its delta. Time moves forward, but history repeats itself.

No.

Time is not unchanging.

Fate is not carved in stone.