Of all the things I say and do and of all the things I say that I want, I am still left with nothing. With every breath that I take and of all puzzle pieces I fit together in my head, I am still lost and drowning. Let's say I am stranded on an Island but I have a boat. With that boat, I can make it safely to civilization but something is missing. I don't have anything to steer the boat with. I have no food, no flares, no safety devices, just the boat. On the deserted island, I have everything I need but the boat can bring me where I want to be. Is my life worth the risk of the unknown?
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RandomJust stuff I write when I'm working through my writer's block...
