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across the only exit to my immediate disruption of mental decay. Yet, as I loiter in this orifice, realizing that deep in this abyss there is nothing but the consumption of time, I wonder,"Would I rather try and fail or never try and never experience failure? Would I rather love and be hurt by it, or never love at all? Would I rather risk what I have or let go and have nothing left to risk..." I ponder and ask " What is life? An illusion, a dream, a book? A novel written by ourselves becoming a story with an end that is unknown. In which written mistakes cannot be fixed because we are writing in pen?"
Perhaps my diatribe of nonsense is of absolute infancy but are not all written pieces of literature in their infancy-never to be completed to everyone's taste? I resume to what I have begun, and reiterate, I am in an Abyss. My breath your breath, we all breathe the same breath in this abyss. We all lack perfection. That glowing light, we seek it. We want to reach it. Alas, it is meaningless. Utterly meaningless. Everything is meaningless. A chasing after the wind.