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NO..L L..ON
i sit here wondering what i am to do.
many hours missed of dreaming happily dreams.
a prevarication from the prevaricator is what i got
when i was deprived of sight
transfixed in a black hole of devouring hope
i ended
it was not until i drifted between the thought of hope
i could regain my tenacious memory
the recapture of my aptitude
disentangeled me from counfusion
i am close to being content,
but something is still nonexisting
... (to be continued)...
"until this empty place is filled, i'll keep pretending"
i must be lying to myself.
what did i do wrong?
i've tried, and been trying...
yet nothing and nowhere.
there's always been a hole
always empty.
waiting, and wishing i'd always hoped
but was caved in when i was left here standing
i wasn't seen, nor felt.
the chances were missed
but i still moved in.
refused and discarded- i now feel.
i'm going to keep pretending
until i'm told i'm not wanted.
stop lying to me
so i can stop lying to myself
my profound thought of the day
One more place to write many words of nothing... so here is some of my typewritten texts...
I feel like my life has been a palimpsest... events beeing writtin over each other. I've tried many times not to repeat certain errors, but as we all know, it can be scatteringly helpless. We want to delete our mistakes, with the idea in starting out innocent again. Don't be mistaken though- our past is always with us. We use it as a reminder to move on, and not to go back to bygone days. Those are the faint impressions left behind on the paper. Our past is our history, our history defines our future, and our future explains our present. Never underestimate what you can accompish and succeed at! Never fear for the unknown future; you know where you're headed by the stones you're standing on today.
