October 29, 2013
The days have chased my stars away, Chased, but not my scars away Emotionless, Passionless, life is simply meaningless Doing something that I could not care more or less Time has its own way of telling The best storyteller, historian of the universe Is being grounded and stable truly the answer Currently, I am just a jaded, disenchanted ex-dancer I am just a faint hint of what I used to be But now, who the hell is this person I call ME? Drugs have blocked my ability to care, Feelings of total and utter despair. Is it really appropriate for me to share? I thread on thoughts that most would not even dare. Failure has come in a form of being stagnant Yet it seems that everyone else around me is in that moment Trapped, like a bird in a cage or a room full of people Unfulfilled is the quality of a sick and jaded stranger Bored with nothing to excite with this block. Mentally we are weak, But physically we appear strong as a rock.
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