A moon soaked in shame embedded into the night sky...
How can life be so...still? One's life never stops moving...it keeps going on until the end. Sometimes the end can be far from now, sometimes in a few moments...yet what happens when your life is...unmoving? Or to put it in simpler terms...boring. When you are trapped in your own stagnent lifestyle and rut of the same today...when you relive your life just like a CD on the repeat all setting. You play all the songs...some loud and wild...some sad and mellow...then it repeats all over again...is my life always going to be this way? Will my life always have those same loud songs and depressing tunes? Will nothing interesting...something of erotic interest spark me...and tempt me to break the chains of my rut and run towards a new beginning? To start, I must first break out of it...but with what? My bare hands are raw and cut from the pulling of these razor sharp chains. I am...desolant...I am stagnent...but I am myself, and I haven't forgotten who I am and what i've been through. Perhaps my life story will be full of ups and downs...but for now...i'm just waiting for one hellish cliffhanger that throws me into the darkness of nothing and then shoots me out like a pinball into the stratosphere into...tranquility. Only then can I say...i've had a wonderful life.
To all of you who read this...feel my pain...don't mourn me...just feel it...understand it...and rebel against this pain...as I do...
To all of you who read this...feel my pain...don't mourn me...just feel it...understand it...and rebel against this pain...as I do...