#173 The End

And a new start in its own.

Because I'm re-inspired.

#172 A Wayward Soul

Until the sense stay dead.

I can hardly breathe.

And yet now I don't seem to ever need to breathe anyway.

I guess I haven't discussed much about my time in NS except a brief summation along the lines of, "a long boring wait, a waste of time." That isn't the total truth.

Neither is it too far from the truth.

And yet there are times I smile, because (my posting) in itself has made me learn valuable lessons; lessons about how bullshit life can be.

However, I say this with not a tingle of negativity. Because it shows the human side to an almost perfect picture advertising/public relations has painted.

How so, I'll describe another time. Because now I've got to go make up for the lack of a social life; one of the negative aspects of NS.

#171 Blind

There are the perspective and there are the foolish.

I've seem to come to a point where I can't see beyond my emotions.

Such is my limit, if you would call it.

A gnawing feeling resides within.

It's more than I can bear just existing.

Looking into the mirror I see nothing.

Not even a fading impression.

It's already closed.