do you ever reach that point where there's nothing worth waking up for? do you ever wake up and dread daily living? i'm opposed to the drudge of nothing.. i fear myself more than i fear dying. what's the difference between myself and people they lock away? i'm quite the straight-jacket case myself. i have such an unstable view of reality that i sometimes wonder if existence is real. i have these heartaches. i have these illusions about who i have become. why can't i just stand still and live? is there no end to dissatisfaction? i try to match myself with the norm. at some moments the pieces almost fit. ...but then it never does. maybe the whole thing is rigged because there is no norm.. isn't that the tragedy though?... to be a being of sight and still be blind to yourself... i am a floater.. i am a dream.. one day is no day to me..and everyday is the same day in my world... and yet i still carry with me this notion about the possibilities of a moment....because in such a small spance of time, your life could change forever.. tragic...
i am the end of my beginning....