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If I disappear one day, and not hear from me anymore... I guess you already have the faintest idea of what has happened to me..
"I am nothing more but a dying dreamer... Some people just give up so easily becuase all their life, they have been fighting for what they believe in and for what they have dreamed of for the longest time possible..."
I have lived my life the way I think I wanted it to. I was able to write, and do what I love most. However, everything right now is bleak... I am surrounded by uncertainty and therefore, I am unsure of what my future holds for me...
This may be my last entry... I do not know what lies ahead of me now. I can only hope for the best and do what i can while I still can... While I still possess my earthly possessions in which time holds meaning.
I cannot guarantee that I will be back nor can I utter soft spoken promises only to end up being broken and shattered... The sands of time is now neither ally or foe, time is ticking and every breath I take may be my last.
Regret is something I would like to relish but there is no place for it in my heart to dwell on. I can only think of it for a fleeting moment and then return to my rather empty shell where my wandering and lost soul resides.
As much as I want to stay up and continue my works, I don't have the strength to do so... I have so much to do yet so little time to accomplish everyhting I want to do. Life is indeed a funny thing. Lidded with angst, happiness, rage, bitterness, sorrow, joy and remorse and so much more. I want to experience all these emotions.
I want to feel pain...
I want to feel rage...
I want to feel sorrow...
And yet...
I want to be complete...
I want to feel complete... even if it was just for a moment...
Even if it was just in my last breath...
I want to be... to feel....
This might be my final entry... Anyone who will read this... If you want to ask... Hopefully, if I find my salvation along the way, if I live through this hell, I will tell you my story...
"I am nothing more but a dying dreamer... Some people just give up so easily becuase all their life, they have been fighting for what they believe in and for what they have dreamed of for the longest time possible..."
I have lived my life the way I think I wanted it to. I was able to write, and do what I love most. However, everything right now is bleak... I am surrounded by uncertainty and therefore, I am unsure of what my future holds for me...
This may be my last entry... I do not know what lies ahead of me now. I can only hope for the best and do what i can while I still can... While I still possess my earthly possessions in which time holds meaning.
I cannot guarantee that I will be back nor can I utter soft spoken promises only to end up being broken and shattered... The sands of time is now neither ally or foe, time is ticking and every breath I take may be my last.
Regret is something I would like to relish but there is no place for it in my heart to dwell on. I can only think of it for a fleeting moment and then return to my rather empty shell where my wandering and lost soul resides.
As much as I want to stay up and continue my works, I don't have the strength to do so... I have so much to do yet so little time to accomplish everyhting I want to do. Life is indeed a funny thing. Lidded with angst, happiness, rage, bitterness, sorrow, joy and remorse and so much more. I want to experience all these emotions.
I want to feel pain...
I want to feel rage...
I want to feel sorrow...
And yet...
I want to be complete...
I want to feel complete... even if it was just for a moment...
Even if it was just in my last breath...
I want to be... to feel....
This might be my final entry... Anyone who will read this... If you want to ask... Hopefully, if I find my salvation along the way, if I live through this hell, I will tell you my story...