Tuesday, December 27, 2005
What is it like to live life with no goals, no ambition, no hope? But isn't it worse to have one and lose it eventually? Fallen into darkness with no way out, unable to grasp the tiny bits of existance that makes you.
Overwhelmed by feelings that crushes the depths of the human soul, destroying all foundation built throughout the years within seconds, the pain of losing something so dear to you that you're as good as dead.
Trying to walk a new path to a new journey takes a strong heart, one that earns with hope. Lost in a never-ending maze my current path is, doubt to ever find thy exit, my life is finished. Living this mere fragment of what used to be my life; wasted, forgotten, forsaken.
P.S: 100th Post since starting this "blog". To those that visits, thanks for staying on for so long for someone that shouldn't exist.
