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Nothing. I'm drawing a blank. It's gone. There was a time, I could think of
anything
And write for hours. Now I search for a purpose. A purpose for life,
creation, for being.
It's all empty. Spacious, open, and yet still dark. Images are reflected
in my mind. They're fake. All of them. The pictures a split moment in
time to capture memories your afraid to lose. Hold on to them tight. They
slip away. Its all about control. Everyone wants the power. Why do you
struggle? Do you want to exceede the limiations. Can you live up to the
expectation? Which way are you supposed to go? Do we turn left? Maybe
even right? Are we going the wrong way? Is the wrong way the right way is
the right way the wrong way? Is there even a way to begin with. Stop,
pause, rewind. Live in the moment. Follow your heart. Have the time of
your life. Lose all concept of reality. Get lost. Lose faith. Break
hearts. Shed Tears. Fight time. Count days. Create Life. Make
decisions. Drink Copious amounts of Alcohol. Kill the pain with pills.
Terminate a life. Reoccuring Nightmares. Repress the memories. Digest
some pills. Kill the pain. Hide the truth. Keep the faith. Gain a
conscience. Sleep at night. Start a new. Move on with life. Die trying.
Start again????????..