This then is what I am left with.

[beautfulsilence]

I never cease to prove to myself that I am nothing I ever percieved myself to be. Whether my digression has come from a failure to contemplate, dissect, and critique that of myself, or rather I meander through and through not caring for such details, I still am left with the implosion of I, me, myself. Subsequently, who I am is not who I am. If I am or be in existance of who I am not then this life or my percieved existance has become a complete fraud or replacement from the truth.

I will have to finish this thought later.

"When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek."