The future ultimately boils down to actions and chain reactions yet, I have been laying unproductively in a cloud of emptiness, for about a year now. I don't what to know the kind of disappointment Im handing out.
I don't have that kind of motive. Sometimes I picture myself living free like this for the rest of my life. This ordinary existence has become a fantasy. Free of work and responsibilities.Still, I can't always see the borderline between the unreal and the real. Believe it or not, it scares me and keeps me worried. For convenience's sake, I rather have an accidental death. Still unsure of what I desire, unsure of my capabilities, I roam endlessly because my mind's lost in an everlasting drop of nothingness.
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