Story Of My Life (Part 1)
As I write this, I reflect back on past events. Everything changing yet again. You would assume I would be prepared for it, but apparently not. In the story that is my crusade, I look back on times that were much more exciting and interesting. Times that I miss, though I can never bring them back. It was so easy to be young. Dumbfounded and ignorant to this world. Curious. Now it seems, everything has lost meaning, and no longer carries the value for me it once did. I sit here alone, repeating the same routine, craving for escape that I never seem to make effort towards. I fear I have become an antisocial dormant wreck. That which kept me going, the search for purpose, love and adventure seems to have disappeared. Now alone, I sit in day dreams of what my life could, was and should be, without putting a foot forward. Everything I once new and was comfortable with is now gone. I am left with scraps of memories from an insignificant chapter of my existence. Like a dazed and wounded soldier, left to continue on with nothing. To find honor of my own nature. My luck seems to have faded. I can't help but wonder when it will turn around, or if I need to make it so. Creating the future I see. This path should be interesting, to say least. As I wait to venture, reminiscing on what has already happened. Longing for the sunrise that opens my pathway to find what I seek. True love, excitement, and my place in this hideous world....

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