I Found Myself Lost
A brief walk of necessity led me to the cool evening air that wrapped me in fresh clothing and pulled my eyes skyward.
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A brief walk of necessity led me to the cool evening air that wrapped me in fresh clothing and pulled my eyes skyward.
I am a shiny, golden key. I was dropped by my owner, close to a tree. He was searching for me. Frantically scanning the park. But he knew it was hopeless when it began to grow dark...
Listen up. Listen up, you blunder bums. I know things you don't want me to know I know what shakes up your soul.
Still a work in progress this 1. The preacher was pleased to meet ya.
...that life doesn't end at high school. That you'll have the world to look forward to once you're done.
Last night I found myself praying.
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The search, by Rob Lumley. I'm so unsure of my beliefs, I swear I'll always need to seek. My inner self won't leave me be, always looking for what could be.
My favourite poem of all time.
Its like Learning to crawl again; When you're stuck with your head in the ground. The bottomless well has thousands of yells. And the words build up their mound.
Why is life so hard. I try so hard to make sure things are good, and no matter what I do things never end well.
As my walls start to crumple and crash around around me I stand in-wait for the light to start shinning threw the weak remains of shelter Absolute darkness engulfs me instead I walk out in the pure...
You loved her... You loved her more than anyone on this earth...
Am I at fault. No, but my timing was. My timing was a deer running out to catch the headlights. Or was it to cross the road. It matters not when the road is but a worn out path to heavenly hills.
What should I do when live and dead don't seem that different to me when I rather be among those who past away and called them friend than to be among the living.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. I behave like a child. When I became a man, I put my childish ways behind me.
I question everything. I question all the things I know. I question who we are. I question where to go. I built it up inside. A crumbling wall of broken dreams. It all just fell apart.
I Am back to that same place to that cell I once escape. I can't turn the clock back, am trap.. I keep commiting the same crimes..
Voices in my head, they keep me awake, I can't get no rest, I turn around, reposition myself on someone's else bed, I don't know her name, or how I end up in this place I wait for the sun to come...