prodigal Echoes
that man is having fun in life, where am I, me fucked, me bad, me wasting life. NO. forget it, i am better in some ways. I am but, living a futile fucked up life, where i have nothing real to cherish, nothing expect tangibles to look forward to, i buy to hoard, wishing that i will be content, the pain but only grows, the objects loose shine.
Can I do nothing, can it not turn to good, can i not change something...anything.
I will do what i always do, write some words, not tied together, lost in a false hope that i will be heard, that someone is there, i know better, but only for a few minutes, loose hope and move into words, words without meaning.
Sinking slowly into the smoke, he lost the world, pushed out of existence he longed for a light , a hope to hang onto. Morning dreams turned remained so, leaving no reason for his being. Something had to turn, change essential, life was out, death not feared. writing away anger and emotion he had no substance. life had been, but hopes died and soon after all that was left was a hazy existence in confusion struggling to come to terms with the self. Time had to be lost, feelings lost in incomprehensible lines of agony to drag life ahead. but ahead had lost meaning, only the present remained, a perpetual misery, to wade through...alone.
it is the same words, always the same, i'm lost in my own life, what am i trying to do, i hate the person in the mirror, or..... do i even know that stranger. maybe, maybe not, i don;t know. Anything.
maybe i have nothing else to do. Maybe this is how i let time pass by.
life MUST mean. talent. fun. skill. work. make sense. please mean something to me.
I just do NOT Understand. Am i fooling myself. or am i just a fool
Can I do nothing, can it not turn to good, can i not change something...anything.
I will do what i always do, write some words, not tied together, lost in a false hope that i will be heard, that someone is there, i know better, but only for a few minutes, loose hope and move into words, words without meaning.
Sinking slowly into the smoke, he lost the world, pushed out of existence he longed for a light , a hope to hang onto. Morning dreams turned remained so, leaving no reason for his being. Something had to turn, change essential, life was out, death not feared. writing away anger and emotion he had no substance. life had been, but hopes died and soon after all that was left was a hazy existence in confusion struggling to come to terms with the self. Time had to be lost, feelings lost in incomprehensible lines of agony to drag life ahead. but ahead had lost meaning, only the present remained, a perpetual misery, to wade through...alone.
it is the same words, always the same, i'm lost in my own life, what am i trying to do, i hate the person in the mirror, or..... do i even know that stranger. maybe, maybe not, i don;t know. Anything.
maybe i have nothing else to do. Maybe this is how i let time pass by.
life MUST mean. talent. fun. skill. work. make sense. please mean something to me.
I just do NOT Understand. Am i fooling myself. or am i just a fool
posted by lev at 10:51 PM
1 Comments:
Hi again.
Realizing, where you are is not where you want to be, is just the first step of the journey.
Meanings to life are to be given and not just discovered.
Take it as a blank canvas.
Give it time. Be adventurous. You have nothing left to lose.
Let go of fear or anything else that holds you back.
Live life just the way you want it.
Discover the world anew.
Discover yourself anew.
Or rather let your true self surface.
And before you know it that blank canvas will be colored beautifully with not only meaning but also a sense of purpose and belonging.
And i also know that its easier said than done.
That is why i would say again, please share.
But share with someone whom you genuinely feel is worthy of your thoughts.
Loadsa luv n good luck.
Your friend
Pia.
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