I hope that my condition lasts for as long as time is willing to tread me out. Somber perspectives pervade my consciousness every single day; until the final burning candle of sunlight is blown out. Sometimes I believe I'm only halfway there. Sometimes I believe I say what I believe in. But there's always that possibility of sitting and waiting. Waiting and sitting.
They say that you'll never get anywhere so long as you do not decide where you'd rather be.
Maybe I'll find that somewhere.
But first I have to leave.
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