Half-mast.

I lost a bet today. A gamble I believed I could win, chips stacked in my favour, a mere transaction was how I saw the situation. But as it turns out, I over estimated my bluffing capabilities.

Being on the wrong side of victory provides a vista populated with deceased dreams and the rotting stench of over-ambition, while your pride flies at half-mast.

At least I can find consolation in... no, I won't finish that mediocre sentiment.





- I write in order to avoid talking, for you see as a human, I suck at talking.

Location:Indebted