Loneliness of the long distance runner...
...it is what I feel I go through now. Emptiness. It's so empty that I don't even know what to write. I don't know where I am and I don't know where to go. I float, I'm like a bacteria. I feel tired, tired, tired, tired...
How can I know where to start when I am way far over the start? I have death in mind... experience is no fun anymore and there's only self destruction and emptiness beyond experience. Nothing else makes life my journey.
Go to sleep, dream away the (w)hole that have become your home.
How can I know where to start when I am way far over the start? I have death in mind... experience is no fun anymore and there's only self destruction and emptiness beyond experience. Nothing else makes life my journey.
Go to sleep, dream away the (w)hole that have become your home.
posted by electrolyte at
01:23
1 Comments:
rocutza, nu esti singura, chiar daca esti deaparte, i know it feels like, but there are people far away that r thinking about you. enjoy ur days. u'r gonna miss them...
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Highway, at Saturday, November 11, 2006 8:56:00 p.m.
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