It comes at dawn, as always
It makes sense, this gray veil, which I cant get rid of
My guess is that it is the byproduct of current circumstances
I am all out of happy chemicals, missing the things which used to provide them
current and future
No games, food, free time, sex, money,
I have tried and failed at finding balance between what needs to be done, and what i find enjoyable
I guess, by reading this again, and again as I write it. That the answer is that I have not tried enough.
However, there's a paradox, the underlying idea is that life is enjoyable, and the path we travel is just a matter of taste and personal choice, a self satisfying route which we build based on perceived good and evil and our elected standing in that conundrum
But I am trying to figure out, what happens when there are no reliefs on a long section of a path ? a years long stretch.
Why would I walk such a path ?
How did I come to this place, where, the only road lies ahead, and its grim, and long.
I don't feel satisfied, And whats worse, I don't see how to change that
Perhaps, what truly gets me, is that I feel my own drive banishing away. And there's no way to tell what will happen when it finishes fading away.
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