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Apr 2014
There is an emptiness within each of us. It is the great nothing people try so often and so vainly to fill with objects, feelings, deeds, people, or even love, itself. It is such a great hole in one’s self that often one feels it must be filled even with every wrong thing one can find, as long as the chasms are covered in and filled over. In doing so, one can at least pacify and fool one’s self that all is right, even when one knows such will consume them in the end. Just a way to feed the darkness, for the emptiness is only that in name. It is a label. It is a title. It is a disguise.

This emptiness...it is a living thing. Such a greedy, living thing. The more you cram down its throat, the more you stuff into its gullet, every crumb you toss into its smiling, razored jaws…nourishment to the beast that seeks to devour the soul from within. Oh, how it feasts so well, bloating and expanding, taking a little more of you with every morsel it is offered. With no effort required and no suggestions to make, this slothful and ever-greedy entity needs do nothing but sit back and let your thought processes continue on the wrong path. What better way to survive than on someone else’s ignorance and self-deception?

No invitations are needed. No introductions necessary. All one has to do is ignore and put off what the soul puts upon one’s heart…the tidal pull of the destiny you were created to fulfill; your purpose for being at all. Ignore this.  Make yourself deafened unto this voice. Do other things with your time. Convince yourself with every excuse. Deceive yourself with all the necessary lies. Tell yourself there’s already enough of such a thing in the world, whatever it may be. Sit on your *** and do plan B because it so much easier than standing up and falling down and having to stand up all over again. Become who you never wanted to be or settle for becoming less than who you are because you were too afraid to become what or who you were destined to be because of opposition, negativity, loss, doubt, or difficulty. Do nothing at all. It matters not, for the beast will feast regardless of your decision, as long as it is the wrong decision. The only way to truly fill this emptiness and drive it from your soul is to do what you were meant to do, and become who you were meant to be. The only way to do this is to be nothing less than yourself.
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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