I cannot write of anything but despair. I've become so lost. Every form of expression is dark, weather intended or not, the results are always the same.
The only new revelations are more devastation and regret, realizations of mistakes ongoing and growing. Everything draining and slipping away.
I need to find life, break it open, defeat it.
Move forward to something that is not there. Cling to the most unsure things buried deep in the memorial sparks of the mind.
Avoid all that is pointless, not in a worldly way, but a selfish exploration way. Concerns focused only on lifting what was once hollow until it fills with a heavy core of energy and becomes too hard to carry anymore.
Focus on what speck of life may be left.
