allan

The world is never enough to give... There is real emptiness in the feeling that you've hijacked someone for your own happiness...but you can never buy affection, and most of the time you can't create it with passion alone either. It seems so utterly futile that after this long road thus far, this is where I have arrived. A perfect circle, how cleverly ironic it all must seem that when applying all of the difficult lessons I have learned, it all really amounts to nothing doesn't it... oh well. All I can do now is loosen my grip of fear and see if the effort which I have invested in dies away. I am so very tired, so weary from my endevours, there must be a place to which I belong. That place is out there I am sure of it, or else why would I still have breath in my body, why else would I even have the capacity to love at all.