Purposeless Stories

We've lost our way. Without purpose we live as "ghosts" in an world full of life. Sometimes others we know leave us and the become ghosts in our existence.

I am very sarcastic. Some, emphasis on some, of my friends are too. Let's just say, that when we get talking, it's hard to shut us up. Ok, basically, this is a book composed of some of the many many texts that me and my friends send. Basically, it's an invasion on me and my friends space. Oh, yeah, almost forgot; I didn't ask them if it was okay for me to publish our private conversations. Oh well, they'll find out eventually....

"A poem about people who are lost in life"

Ever wanted to see what sentences I think on my head or what I'm curious about? No? Ok I'll try and update once a day

I was born deaf. When my mother died, I didn't see the point in living anymore. I was pointless. My existence had no purpose. I needed it so badly that it hurt. Even after I started waking up early to go out to the bay (aka 'my special place'), when I did sort of have a purpose, it still wasn't normal. So, I came up with the idea to use my entire inheritance to get my hearing back and, while that seemed like a good idea at the time, I didn't realise the complications that I would have to endure to live an ordinary life. Will luck and fate win out, or will I always be tortured by the absence of sound in my life?