There is this perpetual feeling that keeps lingering. It
makes me wish I would have done more in my life until now. This life has been
wasted in a way that is kind of sad. No production and little result. A feeling of
self doubt stutters up to the forefront. There is a helplessness in feeling this dross. Seeing all those faces that feel the same. Maybe they don’t realize that
they are completely oblivious to their own features. We are all just a chaotic
mess of spilled milk. But there is that little shred of hope lingering in the subconscious.
Every dream we have is like a cool breath of oxygen. Oh wow it feels so good to
get a grasp. The problems never become anything but distilled liquor in our frontal
lobe. So please tell me my friends.
“What are we good for? If we can’t make it?”
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