2014

Here I am sitting on the verge of complete self annihilation and I feel nothing. I am empty... there is no more "try" left in my will. I have tasted my dreams, I have acheived some goals and failed others. One would think that there should exist some sense of accomplishment, however, all I feel is defeat. I long for something that is out of reach, and I am done trying to stretch. The stars can stay in the sky, the moon as well. I have nothing left to inspire my soul. My musical days are limited now to whatever may or may not happen this year. All I can imagine at this point is silence. Before I sleep again I shall drink and drink and drink... Farewell to chasing dreams... off to get myself a factory job, preferably third shift so I don't have to deal with the daylight or humanity in general. I shall spare those around me of my misery by making myself absent from this chapter in life. Turn the page...for this is the end... the binding is falling from this novel, and I see no reason to fix it. Let what is dead be dead and I shall breathe no more.