white noise. that's what i am left with. my own sluggish heartbeat in my ears is the only sound i can hear.
most of the time that's exactly what it's like. everything is just so... empty. not like an empty room though. the space doesn't need to be filled. it doesn't need anything.
consciously, i want something else. i want to feel something more than the quiet beating of my heart.
but i don't.
why would i?
i have nothing to work for. nothing to fight for. nothing to live for.
you might think i have given up. to that i reply: how do you give up on something you don't even want anymore? i have not lost the will, only the desire.
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I doubt anyone can make sense of this. I doubt I ever will.
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An Unhinged Life
Randomeveryone has a dark side but i don't even remember what the light looks like anymore. read and find out... [lower case intended]
