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anticipation fuelled by emptiness waiting talking to the gargoyle statue as if it will answer back one day wonder what it will say memories resurfacing to mock my state of mind subconcious on strike and with a flash of lightning, powerful and unpredictable i see life's meaning come and go infinite bits and pieces at a time fading away as abruptly as they arrived sheltered shielded by naive ignorance carrying merely a stubborn will to survive as my only weapon observing the experience from third person perspective the ageing process leaving me dumbfounded despite my youth what is one to do? facts are facts yet even the infallable can fail the unthinkable can occur opinion can be as correct as it can not lies may prove true death may be just around the corner as it may be avoided as may life so what is one to do? apatheticly hopeful optimistic and reckless walking down the path towards self-destruction head up as high as it is low emotions in a constant flux talking to a gargoyle statue as if it will answer me one day wonder what it's gonna say but there was no response again tonight oh well, oh well what is one to do?