I am aware of my disabilities, I am aware of my self-conciousness. I continue to struggle [to love myself] and fight for happiness...will it ever come with opportunity? "There is no happiness without discontent." Well let me be the one to tell you that there is no happiness WITH discontent. What am I even saying? I want to write and I know I'm good, yet I sit here with no motivation, what's left? "["The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you; pour me a heavy dose of atmoshpere, cause I'll dose of safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me; I'll send a postcard to you dear, cause I wish you were here.."]
And another moment spent alone, another moment in peace; for you my love I wait forever, until the day we both decease. Come with me, I will show you...but will I want to lead? Will I want to go? Will I find what I'm looking for? What am I looking for? And as I answer these questions within my own mind, something still remains...A motionless, voiceless, heartless piece of uncontrollable images flow from within me.
Spend a couple minutes in the room of insanity, and everything falls into place, but one question is left unsaid...
Why?
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