Crawl into a hole

So my blog is empty. I need to fill up the space. Fill up the spaces in between, make something again. Make something new, make something whole. Give something a sense of purpose that wakes up in the morning and goes ahhh.

Words come so difficult to me now, like the next step, almost reluctant. Every day is opposed by violent contemplation. What am i today?

I strongly dislike seeing myself now. A whole generation of walking zombies, living dead. We were all dying since the day we were born. A sense of purpose a still birth. An entire generation of dead people.

What happened to the dreams. What happened to the heartfelt laughter. What happened to tears of joy. All thats left are tears of emptiness, loneliness. What happened to Childhood, what happened to things i believe in. What did i believe in?

What happened to my sense of self. The beast within rages. I pray it will never go free.