Wednesday, December 29th, 2010Mature

I am the master of my fate, the creator of my destiny.  And that absolutely, positively terrifies me; If such is the case then I’m dead already, dead psychologically at least.  I can’t save myself, I can’t.  Oh help me somebody, help me!!  But no, I can still refuse the help, and do you know what that means?  It means I truly am the only one who can save myself.  But save myself from what?  I don’t even know!! Probably nothing at all…

            But it feels like I’m in a void, falling faster and faster into this darkness.  I can’t get out because I’ve failed already.

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