Thoughts fighting around in my head. I'd like to display them, and give them all out. However, sometimes... it's not safe to open up. Be yourself is not a way. Some thoughts are not accepted. Dwelling on it makes them rot, but giving them away is impossible. What cure there might be? What cure there is for the soul if it gets lost between those crooked emotions and ideas.
It's been a while since I felt the void. The need. The longing.
He helped me awaken again. I don't know, it's probably not the best thing. In the same time, it's exciting again. I want to possess him. He is everything.
I built this life for years... tirelessly working for the change, and now it all falls apart once again, yet. This void is freeing this time. Where am I? Who am I? And which way am I heading to? Is there a bright future ahead, or a gruesome one? Ya, know... I don't care. We should never think about the future anyway. Life goes past and we are just working for a future when we are old and unwilling, even less happier. Shouldn't we just try and enjoy our days in the present?
I honestly don't understand myself anymore, if ever.
