Thoughts and
Poems.
I should just stop trying
so hard...the pain from running into dead-end walls has caused too any
emotional scars to be worth it. Why I keep drilling myself forward continues to
baffle even myself. And the funniest thing is, I don't
even know what I'm aiming for...
I’m not so sure anymore, I
mean...what is happiness to begin with? I think as we progress, we seem to lose
sight of what happiness is and interpret it as thou it's to acquire everything
we can...but materials aren't happiness...and our accomplishments mean nothing
when we die...so what is happiness? how can it be
obtained?
Page
One: Taken Past The Purgatory
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Three: Breaking The Image That Peers From Silver Glass
(in windows media player format; a music video of friends and
family; 11.58MB)
