I sit…n I linger…linger for the day I'll rouse…not ever knowing…wanting to breath…wanting to live, feel, see….see what's in front of me. Not noticing what's further on of me….needing…wanting for more then what is absent….I obtain, bestow, distribute & speculate what will it convey? What will ensue…I know but with in the instant I seem to not care? I sense why? What's the motive? I conjecture we'll in no way truly know until it's the end….n all your thoughts n all of your dilemma will just fade away….forgot n mislaid… then what? What then we'll we be? What it may be…is what terrifies me….sometimes I think…do I want to identify it? Or would I rather live this wintry world of pit…This day n point…I do not know…but what I demonstrate is what I am….how I am…how I feel….I am valid….I don't know how to be anything else…but why is it that I don't feel well passable…why do I do the things I do….So various unreciprocated questions….I will remain n I will struggle….until the day comes…were I am gone….with what I necessitate…n what I am….till the day comes….I am…this….why….I disgust to marvel…That's just life….I regret so much….If I could go back I would…Each era I deliberate to myself…Alone…I try to envision how I would be today…if I had changed my imprudent conduct…then I open up my eyes…n see what is left…of this soul of mine….
2006-12-08
16:25:12
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