One thing leads to another...
I feel like my life is like dominoes, no matter how hard I try and keep my hand still it shakes with the tension and I have to pick up all these pieces, every time they hit the floor it seems like they shatter into a million more problems. I don't know how to fix this, and time just keeps passing me by. I look to the fantasy I've built, my box away from it all, the void in space that is my own, I can't seem to find anything that fits. So many times I've just imagined climbing the tallest building, my note in hand as the ground catches my breath, I exhale and I feel a certain calming finality in it all. I don't want to suffer, but I just can't stop making these bad decisions. How can you convince a puppet to live, when the strings cannot be found. A cut in darkness, a pointless existence...I just don't know...