Void

It's 5:00 am on the dot, and I am sitting here full of regret. Regret that I have lived so long and not wrote, as it is the most satisfying feeling of all. I am sorry, but not to you, the audience but to myself. It's as if I kept throwing myself into a deeper pit of guilt, my emotions had no outlet. I felt it, pain, sadness and the ever call of the void. You know, the void that calls our name from the depths of the unknown, every day taunting us with it's sweet release. I am not ready, nor will I ever be, I imagine that many of the people who slept with the void weren't really ready, they simply found no other option. I curse the day that brings me to it's arms. Enough about that, as the subject can find no release in my entombed figure. No, inside I am more at ease with my circumstances, as time allows me to ease myself into it. No longer will I cry about the problems that I have, but I should as that is the fire that will cease to quell me. I hope to never doubt myself in that regard. Recently, I tend to see these eyes, eyes that have no light. Maybe it is me that doubts the reality of these eyes, it's as if their lights have flickered into oblivion. People get complacent, they get bored and give up. They give up, why they would do that is beyond me, because their dreams can be achieved, and to see them simply give in is quite sad, but not a sadness that is for that person, but a sadness for humanity as a whole. The entirety of human existence will not know that single person's contribution. It's something like an entire forest being burned by a cigarette butt that could have been prevented. I hope that one day these people may find their dreams, and that they fight tooth and nail for them. Until then, it is to the void we go.