I Cant Change the Past But I Can Change My Future

[i]Some unfortunate events have lead to inconsequential opportunities. If I push myself further into what I want to believe is a void of a barren wasteland devoid of the cacophony of what some might consider the sounds of silence. It is the mindless babel of a savage land that reeks of desperation and reclusive intent. Like an outdoor asylum fit for the most futile of hopes and dreams. Their existence is only emphasized by their psyche. Would I dare assimilate myself to become one with them to end this shrouding feeling of my own solitary confinement? At what cost would it be? My sanity or my dignity?

Then again, this is only my thought before I want to meet them.

Exaggeration at its finest I suppose. [/i]