What do you do when you get to the top, and guess what, there's nobody there?
I need passion. And fast!
Though the problem here is I don't really know how it died out in the first place. Probably faded away in to oblivion like a dull, vestigial ache that you barely feel and rarely catches your attention. Something like that poster you put up on your wall that in your minds eye seems more faded that the rest of the paint covering your wall.
It's been a long year. It's been hard days. It's been days when I thought I absolutely cannot make it through such a life and days I remembered so distinctly as painfully terrorizing that they all seem to be so many that now I can only recall the thought of them. That many days in a single year when I wondered if this doesn't kill me I really doubt I'll be any stronger!
And now I feel numb. Like it's all a blur. I feel empty. I feel nothing. I feel blank. I feel hollow. And I don't know what can fill the void. I feel broken. And I feel shattered and destroyed. This year has worn me out, this year has killed me! And it's not even the 21st yet...
So here's hoping that the pessimists got it right... Here's hoping that NASA got it right... Here's hoping that Mayan's weren't plotting to troll us... Here's hoping that this ends once and for all. 'Cause if it doesn't someone had better have some passion waiting for me, I'm going to need it!
love n luck
I need passion. And fast!
Though the problem here is I don't really know how it died out in the first place. Probably faded away in to oblivion like a dull, vestigial ache that you barely feel and rarely catches your attention. Something like that poster you put up on your wall that in your minds eye seems more faded that the rest of the paint covering your wall.
It's been a long year. It's been hard days. It's been days when I thought I absolutely cannot make it through such a life and days I remembered so distinctly as painfully terrorizing that they all seem to be so many that now I can only recall the thought of them. That many days in a single year when I wondered if this doesn't kill me I really doubt I'll be any stronger!
And now I feel numb. Like it's all a blur. I feel empty. I feel nothing. I feel blank. I feel hollow. And I don't know what can fill the void. I feel broken. And I feel shattered and destroyed. This year has worn me out, this year has killed me! And it's not even the 21st yet...
So here's hoping that the pessimists got it right... Here's hoping that NASA got it right... Here's hoping that Mayan's weren't plotting to troll us... Here's hoping that this ends once and for all. 'Cause if it doesn't someone had better have some passion waiting for me, I'm going to need it!
love n luck
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