Flustered Axons

Found this through a friend of mine. Emotions so closely placed to words belonging only to the author, enough to feel the last tear they cried with the crossing of the Ts and the dotting of the Is.

I felt it worth sharing with everyone…

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What do you do when you awaketh from a timeless slumber?
When the hopes and strength you’ve gain from the dream finally crash and burn?
When as hard as you strive to achieve a form of perfection,
In the end, failing to capture or change any state of perception.

Where would you wander when you have nothing left to hold on to?
When your past is sullied by a fantasy,
When your present is aimless and without hope,
And your future, bleak and despondent?

Wouldn’t it be better to have never awakened from the very start?
To continue having the strength to change your faults,
To continue having hope to pull you through the darkest hour,
To continue having a past to hold on to, a present to strive on,
And a future to look forward to, despite how fictional it is?

As I sit here, voided and lost, I ask of yee,
What should I do now that I’m left with nothing to hold on to?
What should I look forward to now that the feelings are gone?
Where do I draw my strength from, now that everything’s over?