I've become the ghost of who I used to be, my songs are fading echos already.
But I always knew  the day would come when the party would end, I just didn't want
to dwell on it, I guess.
Now I don't feel empty at all and that's my tragedy.
I'm still full of dreams and hope even with nobody to share them with.
I once wished the end would sneak up on me like a prancing tiger or even a clumbsy prowler instead of coming on gently with a stupid grin and empty eyes.
What am I complaining about ?
I just have to .........
You know, I don't !
I don't know how to be a contented as a shadow.
I don't care who I was, I just wanna know where this is leading me,
who's pulling me and why sometimes.
This is not a depression by any means, it's simply the realization of the true nature of peopleI guess.
There is a devouring void staring straight at me and right next to it
stands a ghostly glowing figure  singing and luring me into the great unknown we call the future.
What an illusion !

OKAY, OKAY SO It'S A BIT DARK BUT IT'S SPONTANEOUS REACTION, AUTOMATIC WRITING AND A CIGARETTE OR TWO WILL SNAP ME OUT OF IT. MAN I FEEL LIKE I'M TALKING TO MYSELF HERE. HEY, I AM !

Stopped by for a visit. Loved this. You have a wonderful journal.