An eternal circle of bleak hope encompasses my mind and all that is me.. as I lounge in the driver's seat. Memories scatter like dust on a dashboard of time.. It's cloudy. I cannot see. I cannot feel what it's like to be me anymore. But, life will wisk me away everyday, I know. To dance in places where feet have not yet set their footprints in the mud. And I'll cry puddles of longing, hopelessness and fear. The fear.. of being alone, of dying alone, never tasting wine upon the lips of your lover, never dancing in a spotlight with your arms wrapped around each other in a tangled mess.. The fear.. of ignorance, Bliss in ignorance, Being satisfied with a simple yes, no, or you needn't know. Never asking questions because of lazy human tendancies.. Living with fear, dying with fear, am I... behind the wheel inside a mind I know not of.Birth sign: Aries
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