It is only when life gets so hectic and when one gets so caught up in the pace of said life, that one sees how life becomes hollowed out. Thus, I stand before the years of my accumulated wisdom and ask how then is one supposed to live?
It seems that in the face of such an empty life that one's desire for affection and attention is intensified - brought to the extreme like caffeine heightening a person's awareness. So sharp and so intense is such of this desire and yet being unfulfilled, reciprocates only an equally if not sharper pain - a needle-prick extended over a thousand times in a single moment.
Therefore, while my mind is asleep despite the coffee ingested and my body remains awake from aforementioned indulgence, I find myself only able to spout nonsense in my lonely shell. Will anyone ever be able to crack this clam? Will there be a pearl at the center then? Even if there were, I get this feeling it is but a fragmented, tainted orb.
