Words of Not-So-Much Wisdom

I have lost it.

I promise.
My purpose.
I know not where it went... I can frantically search for it day after day, tearing apart my notebooks, car, room, mind.
and it's gone.
Disappeared into a frantic dissolution of night.
That place where scary dreams apply and the nightmares never cease to be victorious.
That place where Salvidor Dali melts clocks with the persistence of memory.
That place where memory is no longer, but living outside space and time.
I am me, and am that was, and I who I will later be...?
My hands are shaking, and my voice is gone.
Where has it ran off too?
My purpose.
My dream.
Or, are they the same?
Cannot be.
Purpose can exist without desire and dreams can go forever without realization.
To forever have a dream but neglect your purpose?
To live for the purpose and neglect your dreams?
Maybe they took hands with each other and left me to my own pestilence.
Appeal to my Authority. Appeal to my Ignorance. and the Logic never makes sense to an abstract thinker.
What is the abstract of thought in itself though? are not all thoughts abstract so where does the logic root from?
I don't understand.
I'm not okay.
where did it go...
where did it go...
...
...
will you help me find my purpose again.
It's gone and lost itself.

posted by PomLindsay @ 10:30 AM