RobDuganJr
A path in the wrong direction. Lead here by a friend, an enemy, my own mind. Hard to say, but here I am. Now I crawl back hoping to find the right way. If only someone would take my hand and show me.
Sure could use some. Release control for a short span of death. Never. My dreams tell me everything. Even if I don't want to listen.
The back and forth of social engagement. A casual dance around the shadows and layers of our souls. I smile with you, you smile with me.. we all smile together. Isn't life funny?
I feel the loss of time, the loss of friends, of love, of dreams of mine that I've watched slide out of view over the years. There is a finality in loss that tears at my soul strings. I miss them all.
The structure always crumble. Nothing stays together, everything is falling apart.
The most abundant and expendable piece in chess. However weak and slow moving. They also have the most potential to become the most versatile piece on the board.
Sometimes you find you've built your life in disrepair. Sometimes the only thing to do is tear it all down and start over.
We all need some in some aspect or another. A lending hand that's been through it before. That can show you the way and help you avoid the pit falls.
It's the feeling that keeps me going. Both sweet and painful at the same time. The things we are denied in life are often the things we most wish for.
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