filled with mind of others.
untrue?
untrue when... postive??
i feel. empty. even after change.
a different feeling.
no sadness.
but... lack of inner power.
unable to draw out the fuel that drove me.
without reliance of the darkness.
of the cold and unfeeling.
weak is what i feel, somehow.
a wanting to be the past of darkness.
in this time of, external peace.
unrecognisable i will be.
unknown and unliked i would be.
the question still presses on.
meaning of existence.
meaning of life.
meaning of all the suffering all goes through till death.
the wind blows on.
the man searched this answer.
with no avail.
but life continues nevertheless