I feel as if everything and nothing is changing at the same time. There's so many things I've already done, already accomplished, yet there's still a lot I've yet to experience. I'm scared, I really am. I'm afraid of who I'm becoming, and if I'll be able to dig myself out of this mess I've created. I'm terrified of controling my insides, when they're screaming as loud as thunder. The voices within demand satisfaction, and they roar the truth. I was never enough for myself, and there within lies the tradegy of your deerly departed.
Every single time I try, there's something I miss, something I don't achive. And I'm tired of failing and coming in second. I want to be first, the best, and I want people to take notice. And there resides the core of it all. My everlasting need to touch, to aspire towards a realm of greater existence. At the end of the rope, I want what everyone else does. You and I, aren't that different really. We're practically the same person. Tell me then, why are we at completely different places? Tell me then, why are you happy, and I'm sitting on a bench overlooking an etherial lake, with only my thoughts keeping me company? Tell me then, when is it my turn, to at long last, be free?
