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[inkrevelations]

 whitherd hands like withered dreams. and things.

wait..ing?

that which makes me keep going?

what is it? this generator of hope.

why does it persist in making me live?

so i live. as i must. but not as i desire.

for what is desire?

what do i desire?

what does it matter anyways?

for emotions and impulses come like a storm and fade like a breeze.
rushing away with the wind.

today you might mean everything. i might die for you. i might live for you.

but tomorrow i i am not even interested in you. or me.

oh what does it mean? and why do i care? and what am i doing here anyways.

i live this moment over and over.

its safe. predictable. i know what will happen.

and small burst of joy. yet i remain unknowing.

i can pick my path when i am blind and reliving momements of darkness.