If these walls could talk, I wouldn't listen. How can you take life so seriously? There is so much out there, so many things... accomplishments that I want to achieve. Why is it that you have to have a "real job" and the things you love have to be a hobby? Since when is that anything that has ever had a standard set to it? Why do I have to set myself to the standards that are expected of me? Since when does a steady job consist of something that I cannot stand. Why is that so commonly accepted. I have never been able to make myself try 100% with something I cannot stand, I simply will not do it. I know who I am, I know what I want. Why is it so hard for others to support a decision that I, myself make? Why must I follow the paths that have been so carefully cut for me by my parents, grandparents, family... Is that really what I need to do? NO!!!! I will not break my back for something I don't believe in any longer.
``` No longer will he form to fit the mold. Destiny becons closer, breathing hot down his neck as he walks. Not unlike the rest, he knows what but grows tired as the fight continues on. Hope is nearly lost, but still... there is something underneath the surface. Glowing warm with satisfaction and desire. Something great and powerful, you will see....
I sail these seas of empty streets pondering the world.
The souls fire is gone with the shadows of age.
Where is there hope?
Only brush now lives, occupying any crevace of the bricks.
The roads now haunted only with lifelessness.
The life that once exsisted now has moved on to greater things.
Past does not matter when future calls.
Cant think anymore.. done for the day
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