I watched the sun rise over the Rice Building and questioned the virtue of life.
What brought me here, to this beat up and laden side of town. Smoking a cigarette and listening to the drone of life as it slowly slips into another day. I can't help but be consumed by the unknown. We are nothing but mere trinkets in the game of life. Moving viciously in circles, trying to find our way out of the melodrama that has become each and every one of our lives. Most will forever be spinning round and round swearing that they're making it closer everyday. Closer to what they don't know but it's closer all the same. Personally I don't believe there is a way out. We are in an impenetrable field of hopes and dreams, we are consumed and reminded everyday of the things we can't have but want ever so desperately.
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