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When I sought only heavens light. Now my demons have buried me in tomb. And I fear I have no strength left to fight. I feel nothing and yet everything. Fractured existence my shadow thrives. Keeping my soul from singing. I am left here just scarcely alive. Running away from freedoms key. Back to the solace of my chains. But I fear I am broken from past pains.

He scrunched his face, and pursed his lips waiting for something, anything to come to him, but nothing came. No words, no thoughts, just emptiness. Finally, defeated by himself, he shut the computer off and wandered aimlessly over to his bed and fell face first on it. It was dark except a few neon lights along with the lights of the bar. He moved through what crowd had been there and walked up raising a couple of fingers to hail the bar.

My office is permanently closing in August and we just got the news about 6 weeks ago. Did I panic then? Other than a very few years I held it together which was totally weird because I am usually a mess. I found a new job last week and tomorrow is my last day at this job. I should be fucking happy not feeling like a total train wreck.

The world is seen within a single tiny seed. Is your heart really that full anyways? Is it a facade? Do you wish you could just beam out and in just to observe if your thought-process is correct or made up. Do you feel the same? Maybe no-one can fill your void but at least you can talk. The things you see, the way you see them, will never been seen again.