I have reached the end of this corridor.
The space between the walls either side; where I stand.
This space is tiny.
I have been funnelled here. The route was so direct, so easy.
The easiest.
The end, so predictable and terminal.
We walk this path so well. Along the way we read such inspirational things in such cheap places.
The sentiments and motivational words surround us so much that we are numb.
The inertia set in years ago, but sparks have ignited in me in these late times.. Each one all the more misguided and further from reality.
Far from this reality.
I suppose, where I crave to be?
The results are unsuccessful.
My dreams flicker through grey matter like remnants of a Universe lost.
The distance from whence I came?
So great that I can only produce tears in response, as I comprehend it.
Silent ones.
Nothing should be spoken of this - I see that now.
Deaf ears
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
I have reached the end of this corridor.
The space between the walls either side; where I stand.
This space is tiny.
I have been funnelled here. The route was so direct, so easy.
The easiest.
The end, so predictable and terminal.
We walk this path so well. Along the way we read such inspirational things in such cheap places.
The sentiments and motivational words surround us so much that we are numb.
The inertia set in years ago, but sparks have ignited in me in these late times.. Each one all the more misguided and further from reality.
Far from this reality.
I suppose, where I crave to be?
The results are unsuccessful.
My dreams flicker through grey matter like remnants of a Universe lost.
The distance from whence I came?
So great that I can only produce tears in response, as I comprehend it.
Silent ones.
Nothing should be spoken of this - I see that now.
Deaf ears
Must try harder
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