When i sit and I think about this life and where it is going and where it has been I am overcome with somber and dismay, dis beliefe, and sorrow. The field of my heart has been uprooted and torched. the force of my thoughts is over come with pain and agony, as they spiral around never finding a place to escape, they continue to reflect off the passage or right. The life of myself is dwendeling in the balance of its own hands, the will of the forsaken is all that remains. Doom and dammed I try to expaine to ones self that this is it. All that remains. Nothing. The power of theses statements in all is too much. The Lifelessness in all. They are coming, a spirit. a enity. why o why. This, now and never all at the same time. They swirl around my corpse, Looking and asking is it time. He is gone. Where? Never? now.
Looks and sounds of lost. No sence to make of this. Its going no where. A thought out pattern of confusion makes sence to some. To many ? or too many to make sense. This choice I can never distinguish.No remorse, no caratharasis. Just lost. Empty. Spaces. Area when nothing can return. This is a cycle where there is no escape. The thoughts tighten around a mass too great to put into words. A hole where nothing can leave. We go weak, and fall to the bottom. Only when we can make sence can theses thoughts ruin us, until then. never asking why. never looking to see whats next to come. when there is nothing in the present, there is nothing next to come. to ask theses questions, questuions that have no answers. No questions at all. answers only come with a qestion.