What's an ending anyway?
I feel like I am going out of my mind. I lead a simple life, there isn't much more to it than that and maybe that's what's bringing me to this conclusion. I am losing or more like wasting my mind. I feel like maybe, if one more time I could pick up a microphone and sing, or more time I could dance and feel free. Or just once I could lead a discussion on religion or history or war and not on the different brands of diapers I might feel alive again. I feel broken and destroyed, lonely, no wait abandoned. I am not me anymore, I am not who I was or who I wanted to be that's for damn sure. I love my family, but I want a little bit of me back.
I feel like the only thing left of me is that book of dreams I wrote so long ago. I am tired of the only time I feel human is when I am sitting infront of this damn box writing. I don't want to forget what I wanted in life, to be unforgetable. Sure people tell me it's hard to forget me, but how can it be. What did I do for your rememberance? I guess it's just my personality, my way with people. My class my voice, my acknowledgement of others what is it. Ah, forget it!!
Well I gotta go, because I am being called forth, into what is now my life.
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