November 13, 2012

So goes by yet another long and lonely day.  I sit here with thoughts racing through my head, each one of them stronger than the one before trying to tackle each other in a contstantly failed attempt to reach the finish line.  Is it a metaphorical line that I have created or does it really exist?  Do my thoughts have such control over my dead emotions that they need to fight with one another?  What will become of me if I allow one to win over the other?  These thoughts keep me prisoner. Will I feel defeat like I have not ever before?  Will it finally take it's toll on me for one final hurrah? These persistent, mind blowing, troublesome thoughts are slowly killing me.  Does anyone other than myself see this?  Does anyone really care or are they so caught up with their own lives that I really only exist in ones' imagination?