what is it?
whats this satisfaction you speak of?
is it in patterns of decpetion and failing?
Is it in the echo of desolate words heard by the reflection of your own voice?
maybe its netted with the webs growing in your thoughts,
or perhaps in the darkened feelings toward my vitals
my entries are so repetitive
am I seriously that pathetic?
I mena I know I am, just not to that extent.
I want everything so bad
Why am I getting worse?
Reading your writing this morning,
it made me feel worth it
it made me feel like theres reasons to be existent
I thank you, I don't know how to though
In my dreams you two have made it for the best
Serenity can once again come to me
but it all leads to confusion
why?
because i am unsure, I am lost, I am weak
unlike you,
You are beautiful and alive
To play for you would be a honor,
to talk to you would be the acme of my lifetime
I love you all
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