To live:
I keep hoping that I'll wake up and things will be different. I'll feel different. I'll know. There is something I am meant for... I hope. I don't want to just be here then "complete". I want something verifiable. Something to show. I want life to breath through the mundane existence. I want to feel, if only for a moment. So bland, so dry. Did I ever truly know? Will I ever understand?
Each experience can be broken down into a number, a summation of letters. Pointless. Am I learning something? Will something beautiful turn out from such choices.
The moment you can define the feeling is the moment you have lost it.
Each experience can be broken down into a number, a summation of letters. Pointless. Am I learning something? Will something beautiful turn out from such choices.
The moment you can define the feeling is the moment you have lost it.