Post Script of the Unimaginative

I’m torn between what I have become and what I want. A lazy layabout who only dreams of becoming something rather than doing anything about it. I’m so lost in this pragmatic world of no sleep isolation of the world. I think ways of getting myself out of this hell I have created, but there is no way out.  There is no green grass on the other side only more sacrifice that I am no longer willing or able to fight for. If I could I would do nothing and I already am. Yet day after day visions and thoughts of doing better bounce in and out of my head. I’m trapped in this depression called life though I am not truly sad. There is nothing wrong with me I just can’t seem to leave this place.

This constant war between sleep and no sleep has left me feeling devastated. It has left me feeling as though I am searching for something. As if I am missing a huge part of this life. In essence, I’m sure that I am not. I am actually living life as it comes and goes one day at a time. This is life but dreamers got to dream. I dying soul has got to believe in more than this. Whether it is about what we have or what we want.

My mind is flooded with too many thoughts to actually concentrate on anything going on around me. To tell a story, to live a lie requires way too much effort at this time. I wish I could get away. Shed this sickness once and for all. Take some time for myself and worry about nothing at all. I think of these things as I stumble through life. Hope for a day it might happen, but I know me and I will never let this happen. I can’t let go. I can’t move on. My thoughts are locked into nothing at all.

I once wrote that my freedom is a six-foot ditch. My salvation lies in a grave that I dig, we dig every day. I’m at liberty to believe I have such gifts and insights to get me through all this crap. But I know deep down I’m full of more shit than anyone who chooses to stand next to me. Anyone I pass as I float through this life. A constant war with normalcy. A constant struggle to be something I’m not. I believe I am better than you because I am an asshole. Because I am human or at least I would like to believe that is my answer.

If I could change one thing it would take a lifetime to decide what that change would be. A lifetime wasted on something out of my control. I have been dealt the hand that I have been dealt and I must continue to live with what I got. These are the rules. This is the game. Easier said than actually done. Fuck this game and fuck this day. Maybe tomorrow I will feel different. Maybe all this bitching will seem dumb. But right here, right here at this moment, it all feels like a waste of time.

It all seems pointless. Why go on fighting if there is nothing to fight for? What am I struggling with? Money, fame? I want none of these things yet I can’t stop thinking about how my life would never be the same. Fuck the money and fuck the fame. I just want the freedom that comes with this grave. This home I have built for myself. A drawn out thought that has left me here all along.

 

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8 thoughts on “Post Script of the Unimaginative”

  1. Okay… the real comment now…

    I agree. Fuck the game. The man made game. The endless back and forth. Fuck all that. Make up your own damn game. One where the prize is not death but something good, like life or a medal or dairy free icecream…
    All the hugs, Layney bear xxx

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  2. There is so much to like about this! I hate it! I mean I love it… humanizing this way is incredible. Like you tore my guts out and I’m still alive! I’m still here, breathing… working towards the next step. I might gasp for air but somehow I feel I will be okay… I will still be alive. Be here… forking my way through life!

    Intense! I’ma listen to NiN now! Man!

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