Chasing the Dragon

The digital equivalent to mood enhancing drugs...our very own, personalised, customised (the both of them form quite a redundancy don't they?) blog. You might not agree. You may not understand. I couldn't care less. As stated in my earlier (first hit...first high) post and i shall reiterate, because I can, I am writing simply for myself. Whether I should or should not is also a question, which may fall under the purview of this 'post'.

Lifeline

I remain as I am, mired in a mesh of gray, waiting for the road to end, waiting for the light to ebb. I cannot help but be overwrought by the inconsequence of the various seconds I have lived. It is a matter of great intricacy of thought to enable such insignificance to be.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel. One has yet to reach the end to bear such light. What if fate disavows such an assumption? What if your end comes before the end?

I tread softly, for the road is marred. For me, any road, all roads, are marred. For it is not the road, not the path, which is riddled with flaws; it is I, the one who walks, who is shackled with doubt.

I can not walk anymore. Hence I crawl. Crawl to my oblivion. There is none where there was little; hope has perished and desire no longer burns. Without desire, there is no end to the means…and no means desired for no end.

Why don’t I stop? Stand still and wait…Why do I not unburden when I know what lies in fate?

I have long stopped caring and I continue to lie. As I have long stood still watching the worlds pass by. And yet I tread…yet I crawl…yet I walk……always…I fall.