i don't know what i'm doing from here on. i've got great groups of friends, but sometimes i sit back and wonder, is it worth all that trouble; all that effort. i cannot for certain say that i mean to them as much as they mean to me. and that's why i say this world's a lonely place. ultimately, it seems that we're only living for ourselves, in search of that final fulfillment, perhaps. each of us eventually goes on to lead our own lives, and upon finding self-fulfillment (or the illusion of attaining it), others who meant the world to you before would just be a shadow, a distant memory. or worse, completely forgotten - an image unsaved on the hard drive. convenience. it's the thing that breaks meaning into fragments.
there are things i wished i hadn't had done. but they've already been done, and i want to ______________________ . (do them again?)
my favourite time of the day is 0500 hours. it's the inbetween. it leaves the aftertaste of night, and the morning brings a fresh breath of life. it's the time of the day when some are asleep, while others are desperately fighting that snooze function on the alarm clocks. it's the time the manual labourers have their breakfast, it's the time when party-goers come home from drunken stupors. it's a juxtaposed moment. but what if there wasn't any morning dew on the leaves anymore, or any of that morning breeze. what if, nature decided to act on its convenience. would 0500 hours still be the same?
then i would ____________________ .
and i feel like _________________ .
the blanks are empty, and the spaces limited. life's pretty much like that, don't you think?
