What am I doing?
I have no purpose. I'm so restless, I can't keep control of myself. I cannot blow up my life again. I have nothing to run from. Nothing to blame these feelings on. Nothing is wrong. Is this a midlife crisis? Didn't I already have one of those? Aren't I just wasting time? I've nothing to run from. Everything is peaceful and calm and good. And I feel useless and unfulfilled. There is no passion.
And it makes me angry. And sad. And empty. And uninspired. And restless. So restless.
What am I DOING? How do I do nothing? I cannot blow up my life again. I cannot. What am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself?
What do I need?
Still
Here I am again. Frozen in a time that's both familiar and new. The merry go round has come around again and I am captured in another ...
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Here I am again. Frozen in a time that's both familiar and new. The merry go round has come around again and I am captured in another ... -
I can see him trying. I can see, in most moments, that he is making an effort to paint over all the old, ugly graffiti in our world with fr...
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