Empty spaces. Such is my life. I'm bored with this journal thing. I hate circles and cycles and the wheel of the world. Blind folded by the cloth of what I do not understand. Nothing ever comes of anything except what is unwelcome. I want to bask in the cleverness of the way of the walk. Unmasked and untroubled. Holding my breath underwater, beneath the breaking of waves. Perhaps when I resurface, I'll be upon a new found glory.
Unuttered.
Untangled.
Unveiled.
Undefeatable in all understanding.
Unuttered.
Untangled.
Unveiled.
Undefeatable in all understanding.
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kludog:
wow, that is profound. i think everything gets boring after a certain amount of time.
prnkstrss:
I like it, that's how I feel too 