My life is a twisted paradox, stemming from what I read, see, hear, taste, and smell. In a vast world my life is an empty void looking for someplace to call home. I find myself sitting here, typing to myself a verse, meaningless in itself but vast in its meaning. I have found myself drifting, my thoughts cluttered with the thoughts of others as I sit here any type to the void, knowing that eventually someone will read this and take notice. Perhaps that is the reason, a crying out for something to matter, for something in my life to have meaning. I find myself here standing on the precipice of the abyss, looking out into the vast expanse of nothingness, about to cast myself off into the void. I find no shelter here, and the road behind me is fast disappearing. I have spent my life without connections, without people, my only contacts being through my limited excursions into reality and my vast contact with the electronic world which I still know little about. I have no ties here, nothing to tether me from falling down and loosing myself to the abyss, and yet something stops me from that final step. It isn't my job, I can do without that just fine, and would probably benefit from it as well. It isn't my schooling, as I made that choice myself and the decision to pass or fail is still mine alone, and no other. All my friends are a distant memory, as I rarely get to see them in person, and when I do I tend to hide behind my electronic life, separating myself again from their attachments. As I sit here, the only things I know about myself are that I am here, and that is where I need to be. I feel myself slipping, this narrative dragging me towards the edge but I must not falter at this point, but instead strive forward, seeking out what it is that I have lost even without knowing that I had it yet. I feel myself slipping away, and yet I am me. I am whole and yet broken, my pieces scattered to the winds in search of where I will finally become the person I was destined to be. I take leave of this now, as I go to pick up the pieces of myself, and perhaps find what it was that I am looking for in the process.

Yours truly,
A life shattered