Where is this line of thought taking me. Scattered on the breaze, scattered in the constant churning of the rocky sea. Having no destionation, having no goal in sight. Just a brillant spirit, soul, personality, but no direction or inspration to set the tone of who you are. There the empty vesle of humanity with no real purpose.
Take up the space, use up the resorses and energy to suck the life from the world. We live in a dismal time of nothing. Everything done and over done. Nothing new is showing itself to us. We live in a comic book movie world. Where hope is a farce to make money for those that don't need it.
Its hard to wake up in the morning with a cheery face and happy tone in your voice to say good morning and have a nice day.
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