Textual Thoughts


The ideas in my head are a story board to a life I don't live.

Imagination merges memories to create false people that only exist inside my mind.

The power to create is driven by a desire the copy the greater design.

The ablility to express is lost as memories fade to black.

Belief in something great, a purpose to it all holds together the fibers of my life.

That I will be something else as I progress, that what I am today shall be a pale shade to what I will be tommorow.

A lack of confidence leads to a loss of self awareness as my originality slowly decays.

Realization of self creates depressed feelings, for all are nothing when compared to everything.

Thoughts of grandure evaporate when exposed to the harsh heat of reality.

Greatness can be achieved by realizing your place in the world, and that its not all that great.

When you stop searching you will always find something.

In life there is no winner.