Fading Light
by HeadCase on Jul.25, 2005, under Philosophical
Whats the point? Grinding the wheel in a cynical cycle and we always end up where we started. Is there no end to the agonizing defeat of this so called purpose? Have I been running in place? to look back and merely inched away from nihilism… on the other hand, can I forsake the means of my beginnings? At times like these, is where I smirk at my fate and decide the turning point of this journey… to accept defeat in the face of failure or lash out to charge until the last dying breath of hope. With no hope, there is no life. So, if there is that one messiah of affinity… I pray that you breath new life into my deflated dream. For it is the painful wake of drowsiness that crumbles every light in my eyes into unsettling dusts of bones. This cloud of dust may never settle and the hope to find this path diminishes away like the light at the end of the tunnel. The further away I am, the brighter it burns… and the closer I get, the darkness envelopes what little is left of that beacon.
(Picture by Marita Tang)
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