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[angpwnsyou]

What I do is an explanation of how I feel. Time passes quickly for me, yet stands so still. I feel incapable of living. I feel I am nothing at all; yet I am the only one. There is nothing to think about, but I am thinking. There is nothing to say, but I am speaking. There is nothing to love, but I am loving. There is no controlling intellect. For what purpose I am here, I will never understand. The one thing I want is too far to grasp. The one who I love I have yet to meet. I am filled with emptiness. I know not what I am doing, but I do it anyways. I forget the past; there is no use for it. If we learn from our mistakes, why then are we not equal to that of perfection? Turn down your surroundings and listen to the silence. What I am is not within me, but what I am surrounded by. Who I am is not within me, but what I am perceived as. I don't strive for happiness; It only shows what you are without. There is no such thing as satisfaction. Release your inner perplexities and consolidate your thoughts.

I am a voiceless conversation. I am whatever you say I am; whatever you want me to be.