Plain planes. Still got a purpose.
Too lost in my own head to be of any use anymore. I just float. Work and sleep. That is to go on working more, then come back to sleep again.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I actually stopped to breathe. What nightmare would my mind surround itself with?
Who knows, enjoy the view of NewMexico.
Kid me went through a lot. I suppose it’s pretty incredible I’m still around despite it all.
I may lack the will to live, but I promise you my need to help others succeed where I can’t is higher than ever.
I look at something I wish I had and feel a solemn sense of emptiness.
I feel embarrassed to know that I had my chance and yet I’m here instead.
That’s why they say life is about learning I suppose. Certainly would have been nice to have a manual.
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You know. Have a song anyway.
Do you think when you plummet back down from your highest point, the first thing you hit is the ground or just another step on the way down?
Regardless, you’ll have to climb back up. You got this.
Goodnight
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