Alright, random shit coming your way. It’s never been easy. You see, I'm searching for something, though I'm not exactly sure what it is. The answer perhaps. A few choice words that when placed in the proper order can overpower, overtake, and overwhelm. A few words that, once written, can free me from myself. My past, one long (unrelenting) memory, now far beyond inspiration has become an obsession. The main focus of my words, time, and ambition. For this is where the lines blur. Left wandering the edge of my ever reminiscent reality. My fictional biography. You see, I don’t know what’s real anymore. I've been wrong so many times before. When pen hits paper it's honest and pure, there can be no deceptions. So, I guess we can say I write for me. For truth, for hope, for honesty. One day I'll find the words... one day I'll find peace, solitude, seclusion. Seclusion from life, love, self... dim light and deep thought. All I need. All I want. Hidden amongst memories long forgotten, yet never missed.
And so I write,
I write for truth
trust
life
love
hopes
dreams
solutions
and inquisitions
for fear
hate
lust
fate
sanity
and new opinions
For you see... The words will find me, and when they do, you'll be here.
Right here.
Reading with me....
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