Are you hopeful about your future?
Poll - Total Votes: 16
Yes.. i think many womderful things are coming.
No.. im afraid it might mot be in the cards for me.
You can only vote on one answer.
Broken hopes and unfulfilled longings, scattered everywhere on the frozen tundra of my paralyzed life.
Standing still in the storm around me, so full of sorrow and dread, blowing across the vast expanses of my constant loneliness.
I could scream and scream, yet I can scream much lowder in my head, and either way, no one can hear me where I am.
Somehow I still have to find the strength, and a way to escape from this hopeless place.
All my forlorn and useless illusions I once called my most valuable dreams, have to be abandoned if there is to be a future for me.
She's aways been the north star in my heart. Though now, where she once was, there is only emptiness and dark.
Locked in place and looking up, I miss who I used to be more than anything, more than anything I've ever missed, but I have to let him go. I have to leave him to finally reach his end.
I don't know who I have to become, how long it will take me, which direction I need to take, or were I'll need to be, to find whoever I might be.
All I have ahead of me is the uncertainty of a nameless, faceless, and shapeless future that awaits me. Though, the only thing I am certain of, is that I'll die if I don't leave, and that I need a blank page if I'm going to finish the rest of my story.
Standing still in the storm around me, so full of sorrow and dread, blowing across the vast expanses of my constant loneliness.
I could scream and scream, yet I can scream much lowder in my head, and either way, no one can hear me where I am.
Somehow I still have to find the strength, and a way to escape from this hopeless place.
All my forlorn and useless illusions I once called my most valuable dreams, have to be abandoned if there is to be a future for me.
She's aways been the north star in my heart. Though now, where she once was, there is only emptiness and dark.
Locked in place and looking up, I miss who I used to be more than anything, more than anything I've ever missed, but I have to let him go. I have to leave him to finally reach his end.
I don't know who I have to become, how long it will take me, which direction I need to take, or were I'll need to be, to find whoever I might be.
All I have ahead of me is the uncertainty of a nameless, faceless, and shapeless future that awaits me. Though, the only thing I am certain of, is that I'll die if I don't leave, and that I need a blank page if I'm going to finish the rest of my story.