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I am on a journey with no particular destination which means no particular future. No goal and no lust, no striving for what should be me.
I am lost. Lost in paradox of wanting and not knowing what to want. Of striving and not knowing what to strive for. Of being all things to everyone and no one to myself.
Im roaming in dark corridors asking questions that I have answers that I would not know what to do with.
Im a prancing pony. It funny as that is to imagine that is the humor in my quest. I am guest of this world, passing through like rubble that moves through a cave. I see light no where but I continue to stare into the abyss that is the nothingness of wishing for nothingness.
I would rather be on a real journey. When where excitement crackles under my feet and the thunder in the clouds match the thunder in my ears when I hear my goals spoken.
I want specifics and I want to be there soon. I want to be on a real journey.
