Tonight, I sit at my destination with a heart and mind paralyzed by hopelessness, anesthetized by hurt. and hallucinated by the faith in 'victory of good over evil'...
Tonight, I write as a celebration for having finally caught the last train to where I am right now, knowing that this is where I intended to be. The quiet breathing of a mother lost in the thoughts of a subconscious mind, at a time when the nocturnal chirping of the crickets is the only beckoning call into the cradle of sleep, I feel my longing to know reasons that I deserve to, die out like the flame of a candle blown at, through lips that do nothing to deceive the thoughts and intentions behind it.
As good intentions lose their meaning, I feel the need to stop trying...
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Oh.
Oh?
Confused?
I guess. Yeah.
More than what this text means, I'm more confused now as to who/what you are as a real person.
Hmmm..
Off lately most of my work has been negative... I guess because I'm trying to channelize all the negativity in me me through writing..
Basically, I'm just trying to say that.. You try and help someone, try and do something with good intentions, and nobody seems to care about that.. or appreciate it.. So I might as well stop trying to help those who cannot see I care..
And the second paragraph just refers to fact that I have trouble sleeping.
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