I have thought about giving up many tired days, many sleepless nights the dreams have seemed to die withered away piece by piece blown away in the winds of continuous change like the sound of gears inside my head
It is funny how one image can alter how I feel and what I see from a different perspective when the angles are not what they said and I shuffle around not wanting to think about the way I should at this precious time
The view before me does not permit difference as much the people before me wanted to reach higher than the heads and shoulders of the warm flesh and blood because arms break past a certain wandering point so hold me until my brain jolts forward
A person will ask why so dull and negative but this is how I have always been taught to see this way through my glasses filthy old prescription of costly lenses with them my eyes barely see and without I see lesser than equations not making sense numbers are not my friend
Do not mistake me for someone who cares many have done this before with no restraint and they see the colorful buildings painted by hands of discarded people as tourists in fancy space outfits and space mobiles zoom this way and that as if they are sitting behind the buttons and levers to control the outcome of their one-hour tour
The mission is revealed through all triggers and lies and deceits and some have found their fate comforting while others reunite with strength and courage I once possessed countless month after month because to shed this deadness around me would take a miracle and for a while anything resembling the sun's light is more than mythical
There is not a flying dragon or unicorn or phoenix that will expel fire or spread glitter or rise from the darkest of dead nights and unbearable lifeless days to rescue me or anyone else this is not a rehearsal and there is not another direction for future generations but down the gears in my head want to commit but I am not sure how costly it will be and how much the manifested desire is actually the truth
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