crumbs

a call. wanted. finally reached into my universe. fcked it up. myself. mindless blabber. emancipated thoughts. mediocrity. but then the intersection did occour. i hope for help. from the forces that be. maybe life will be. Again.

i've been leaving a trail through these drops of text that make little sense, and serve no purpose whatsoever. but there is expectation. maybe i will understand, maybe i will reach these times, will not loose my crumbs as little hansel and greetel did. But questions remain. what is it, if only very insignificant and just that one, that i can be proud of. that one trait which people could not hate me for. i search for it. but no answers arrive.