It seems like my pursuit of happiness has been the resource of my pain. Nobody likes change unless it’s positive. But few realize that with all positives changes comes negative effects.
With blind eyes to my future, I take a step in the dark, hoping to feel more than air beneath. Following the voices in hopes to have turned in the right direction.
I search for the joy of my pain. Only to find the life of my death Not realizing that it is possible to be re-born into the same world, amongst the same people and still feel dead inside.
