You Keep On Talking</i>
It's funny where the soul goes, when there's nothing left in you.
I get on here every night when I get off work and I just stare. I don't even know what to put here anymore. I'm completely drained. No one to talk to on here anymore, everyone else apparently has the same thing going on, or that I just have to start all over again, from scratch, and try to realize what I've become.
What has happened to me in two years? That I can't write, I can't draw, I can't do anything artistically anymore. Is it that the real world has finally crashed down around me, and I realize that it's all just silly games?
I hope not. I need some good karma.
I'll Stay Here Dreaming</i>