losing

It has been a long long while. Work has taken me into a new world. The world people, like me, avoid. The real one.

Roughly a week ago, I had had the worst day. The day I thought I would kill myself.

I have lost it.

I have lost the essence of my writing.

quite frankly this is not worth reading.

And thus I say to you... The lone reader that sees the agony of a desparate man that attempts poorly to write his last line...

never ever loose your grip on creativity, on love, on inspiration, on what really matters... It is freedom in this world of balls and chains...

I die once again... Tomorrow and the next... As my life becomes that...

I send out this flare... go... go and do what you love doing... don't succumb to the worthlessness of the world...

don't let go of that one who inspires you...

don't ever forget the feeling they give you...

don't ever loose that hope...

because once you do...

you hang yourself...

with a rope made out of your own hair...