Screaming into Space

My actions in the past month have been more futile than I ever could have imagined. Long since I've barked up the wrong tree at such length. So much misdirected effort for absolutely nothing in return. I suppose the otherside of this story could see this as "What Comes Around Goes Around" but that's hardly the case. Love is now lost and we're not sending out any teams to search for it. If it wanders back up to the door hungry and dirty I may bathe and feed it a good meal, but I'll keep my distance on the other side of the room and not take my eyes off of it for a second. I cannot trust this often rabid beast but I can try to understand and better deal with it in the future. I've learned things and that's important. I'm still alive, that's more important.