ive no clue what im doing. my time keeps going at its consistent progression, a mark for the start, then a mark to signal the end. that mark, well, i dont know when. i continue to walk this path over five thousand days trekked, while, frankly, having absolutely no idea where im going. i make no progress in anything i do. my tree has stayed a sapling for who knows how long , i havent really grown. rise after rise. night after night. everything loops and loops, these wires have tied so many times its become truly untangleable. my life is devoid of any particular spark of passion or ambition. im a living, no must i correct,existing, hollow husk of a flesh sack.
what does grow, is my perpetual sense of uncertainty and fustration that haunts me day by day.
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