Oblivious

oblivious to the fact that I have nothing to lose, yet all can be lost. Tearing down the past only means that the present and future has to be rebuilt.  As time passes, I age, and as I age, that abitious self I once knew deteriorates. Fleeting is...

I did it again

I did it again. I got bored and strayed away. Pushed them away. Pushed her away. I do not know what feelings are anymore. To me, they are fleeting. A moment that is present, and then becomes the past. One more feather in my cap. One more memory added...

Is this it?

Is this what it's all about? A void that is filled daily with meaningless tasks and menial deeds that go nowhere and end up somewhere for reasons unknown? Why should I care? Who should I care about? Who cares about me? And for how long before I'm...

Lost

Lost is the word best used to describe what I feel at the moment. Where am I really, on this whirling dirvish that is spinning aimlessly in the confines of space? Insignificant in the grand scheme of things; this is what I am. Yet we're all told we...

First

What a day. Everything happened, lots happened, yet nothing really happened at all. It was just one of those days where I sit and nod, listen, pretend I am interested in the other person's comments, and pray they will leave in any given second. I call...