So I was thinking this might be a good addition to a story I've been working on. It also represents how I feel from time to time.
"I wander through the days in my mind. Endlessly losing track of every moment. No longer sure of where I am. Lingering within the uncertainty of every day and never reaching further than I can see out of fear of what comes next, while every part of me yearns to go further, to never stop and never yield. In all these moments I ask myself, what do I want. I always claim that I know not, or that there is naught for me. The truth behind it all being that there is one thing I want, one real desire. I am after happiness. Something I know so little of, something I cannot remember genuinely feeling. Every day I lie about my feelings, the truth being that I feel nothing. There is nothing. It is hollow and nothing brings me the ecstasy I so desire. I trap myself in the belief that there is nothing out there for me. Crushing what little hope I have.
But, there is a fire, sleeping deep inside. A fire that becomes a storm when I need it, thrusting me forward. It acts of its own accord, when I have lost hope. It compels me to action when all seems lost. It rejuvenates my hope and stirs my mind till the next time I fall.
Now I seek to harness this freedom I feel when it comes forth, the ferocity of it as well as it's calm. I wish it to be a full part of me. So that I can feel whole, so that I can be confident, so that I can have hope and the will to keep going at all times no matter what.
This is my desire, and now is my time to act."
Of course it'll probably need a bit of revision, it being just a rough draft and all.
Any thoughts?
"I wander through the days in my mind. Endlessly losing track of every moment. No longer sure of where I am. Lingering within the uncertainty of every day and never reaching further than I can see out of fear of what comes next, while every part of me yearns to go further, to never stop and never yield. In all these moments I ask myself, what do I want. I always claim that I know not, or that there is naught for me. The truth behind it all being that there is one thing I want, one real desire. I am after happiness. Something I know so little of, something I cannot remember genuinely feeling. Every day I lie about my feelings, the truth being that I feel nothing. There is nothing. It is hollow and nothing brings me the ecstasy I so desire. I trap myself in the belief that there is nothing out there for me. Crushing what little hope I have.
But, there is a fire, sleeping deep inside. A fire that becomes a storm when I need it, thrusting me forward. It acts of its own accord, when I have lost hope. It compels me to action when all seems lost. It rejuvenates my hope and stirs my mind till the next time I fall.
Now I seek to harness this freedom I feel when it comes forth, the ferocity of it as well as it's calm. I wish it to be a full part of me. So that I can feel whole, so that I can be confident, so that I can have hope and the will to keep going at all times no matter what.
This is my desire, and now is my time to act."
Of course it'll probably need a bit of revision, it being just a rough draft and all.
Any thoughts?