anal yze

I was just yelled at to stop dwelling upon a silly post I saw the other day. I have asked every possible question I can think to ask. The who what where when and how have been asked several different ways with several different combinations. It always has the same results. Frustration. Despair. Sorrow. Joy. Pain. Fear. Excitement. Anxiety. Most of all it makes me feel pathetic. Just as pathetic as standing here writing this while staring through this hole that frames the beauty. The dream I cannot wake from. Fuck.