Out of breath

As I walked down the corridor where all the lights went dim and nothing seemed to be ahead of me I caught myself out of breath and no longer willing to go on. I once drew strength from images around me and now all I have is but that memory and the thought that I have to gather that substance from within. I brought not the chalice of lies on the journey ahead, but I remain in organized chaos as the path continues. The sweet sound of melodrama and the insistent noise of melancholy, where does one begin?
How I wish I could transport myself into a place where land meets sea and all would collide.
I remember when time could stand still and I could lay back and listen to silent message from the heavens. The stars that spoke of fiction and fallacy and how warmth was not a dream. The candle flickers as the wick leads to an end, yet today is but one of many and tomorrow will still remain another mystery.

Life is a downward spiral of thoughts

And after all these thoughts that rush one's mind and all other things seem to be but a vivid dream today they all come rushing back in. tomorrow is but another day that one must face head on. after all the blood sweat and tears you shed you are but another pawn in life's big game plan, just another pawn.
have you ever stared at yourself in the mirror and just wondered where you would be in the days to come? where do you stand in the the big painting called life? will you ever hear an answer?
Faith may call upon you to believe, but will you believe when you wake up after your slumber from the night before? when the day comes that you do find the meaning then maybe you've lifed life, but until this is so, where do you stand?