It's been awhile so I feel it's time again I leave a mark in this endless space. My mind is empty. There are not many things I can do now or words to try to picture and to construct something that seems unlikely from the ordinary. Trying, tried, and the thought comes again to try but pointless it is. Looking back, looking forth, you see all that can be seen. This once more sounds like a nag of absent purpose but there is a purpose in life. That has already been discovered through a wide selection of read books. I share to those whom ask. Here hear now, me, hear, a rant shall now be told. I thought he perfect by looks and by charm, but knowing always creates a different appeal to an individual. I want, no doubt, as many who had tasted would want, so I pursued in hope. But hopes shatter when expectations aren't met. Here we go, the same tale told countless time with recognition for once. That the tales are told to hope the future isn't history. But, alas, there's hope. So disallow that thought, instead allow experience, allow all-felt-like-thoughts be manifested, allow love. Then it will come, without doubt I say, a pretense of confidence. I know. I will not go that path. I will push this through.
