I could tell it was going to be a rough night from the ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could feel I was losing the war with my emotions and felt my soul shifting just a little. I tried to suppress it and bury it under smiles and laughter. I keep looking to the sky, yearning for the day when I can reach that far. Oh, how would it feel to reach that far, to be in great company with the stars. Feel the warthm of the sun first hand. Is all this worth it? The purpose of life every human is searching for. The dead souls I call zombies just live content with the acceptance of it. I pity but envy them at the same time. What great, joy to live without thousands of questions clouding your mind. I pity them for the lack of imagination to dream or even want to know a deeper meaning. I still slowly dig this how, like a gravedigger during the midnight shift...deeper...and deeper. Throwing each feeling in, one after another, another and another. Shit I knew it was going to be a rough night, that ill feeling still lingering. I wish these thoughts wouldn't cloud my head. Slipping deeper & deeper away from the world. I take a puff of the herbs to clear my soul. Fading in the distance I see the shadows lurking, spirits watching me, piercing me with their judgemental eyes. I want fulfillment more than money, more than love, more than......
I want to just be content
with just me.
Free from the world and the ties that bind us down...
I need an escape....save me?
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