It's another night ended with watching the sunrise. I stay awake through the meaningless moments that would usually be heavy with meaningful dreams. I write and read the limitless volumes of life's experience without being too sure of the importance of any of that...
Identity has been an evasive concept. I wonder where I belong. I obviously don't belong in a place where I can be left to my own devices. I obviously don't belong in a place where I matter at all.
Its an interesting whirlwind of emotions... this life presents so many questions and nothing but vacuum silence instead of complete answers.
This is the true meaning of watching a rising sun... It's when you don't belong in your own life. It's when you're afraid of dreaming. It's when solitude and destruction are your truest friends.
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