Here it is. There is nothing to tell. No past and no future.
Broken hearted
No child
No job
No education
Future exploits are unseen
I have nothing to say for myself and no one to blame. I have no triumphant stories, or even interesting stories of failure.
Just failure
Failure at life, failure at love, failure at the happiness dreamed
Weakness
How can passion from my very soul fizzle into nothing?
What true passions lurk, what true feelings are gone?
When does one really give up?
What's to say of giving up. Is it the ultimate end? Or just an ultimate change?
Is it cowardly?
Or intellectually reasonable?
Don’t answer that.
