Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Regardless
No matter what the present shows, nor what materials I posses, it is all a load of utter rubbish.
Like wine has no taste and meat has no flavour, a meaningless empty space. Days melt into night, and night back into day, still so meaningless. I dread returning to my house, for any sense of validity of my futile existences fades into a blank nothingness.
There's is simply nothing at all.
And it's this energy that drives me to strive. To find a greater worth to dwarf the helplessness.
Gavin
pondered @ 22:05
