The pain I feel, the endless, invisible state of agony that resides in me beats me down daily. I am defeated. The restless desires that once permeated my brain with dreams of adventure are all but empty shells now. The only desire I have, besides death, is that the pain today is more bearable than yesterday. The only desire these days are not to be visited by folk, whether they be repair people, family, or others, as they only serve to judge with blind eyes. I am the irony behind the healthy individual whose actions while warranted, common, or normal seem all except commonplace. I yearn the chance for normality afforded to everyone else and a reason for why I have been chosen to lead such a life.
A place to contemplate beyond that which is desired, warranted, wished upon, and sometimes forgotten.
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