eurevry

In recent days, I have found myself wondering...thinking, every minute I come to a new conclusion and every minute I come up with a new question. Lately, I just can't seem to bring myself to say what I want, what I wish. I find I often compare my life to movies, I see myself as the characters going through what they went through in that fictional world. I am Jack Sparrow, trying to free myself from a curse. I am Donnie Darko, seeing whats not there and defying what is humanly possible, I am Edward Scissorhands, so misunderstood, and so alone, I am Joel Barish, wanting so bad to forget, but trying so hard to hold on. I realize I am none of them but myself, I realize I am just confused and merely looking for an answer...an answer to life and an answer to love through movies, but I'm not supposed to have the answers, and I can't find them in the worlds of fiction and fantasy. I live on to find the point, the reason. The reason to live is to find the reason to live, perhaps not the best conclusion, but I'm sure I'll find another question, and my reason.