Is this what it all amounts to? 24 years of life and nothing to show for it, except for a guitar, some casual bangles and a tee that says 'Life is a puzzle'. But given a choice I'd bring these with me to my grave. When does the wait end? Has it already ended without me knowing? A tear against the cruel face of the earth. Mindless wandering and bottomless dreams. It's all that fills that empty void. I'd drop everything for a slight sign that tells me I'm on the right path.

Fire, from within, strangles the passion to live. It kills the joy that was once entangled with childhood. Innocence now is merely a memory. Exist. Strive to exist. Mistakes and regrets. Coffee and cigarettes. Alcohol and anti-depressants.

Words are supposed to aid in communication. Yet words have become the Devil's chosen tool of destruction. My speech is what I would give to re-live my life and perfect the potholes along the road of life I've had so far.

6am and I lie awake, thinking about how my life is ceasing in objectives. A breathing corpse. Apparently.