Time
Time is an odd object, solid but not. Its something that we all need more of, but never take advantage of it. My time now is spent doing what? I don't know, perhaps waisting away. I have no direction, I feel as if im Flailing out of control. Your prioties in life change drasticly, when you've hit bottom. Heh I've hit bottom, I know I have. There is no further that I can fall. Though I keep trying its like being the spider in that children's rythm. Crawling up the water spot and here comes the rain, I don't know. Sometimes I just don't feel like getting back up. For what, whats the purpose? Whats my purpose, I used to think I knew. I don't know anymore, I almost don't care. There are only a few things tying me here. Luckly...well This has been an unorganized rant.
Later.
Later.