Short bit of nothing that started as a single sentence that led to
nearly a page.  I am not held responsible for anything I write.  I
should use that as a standard disclaimer. lol 

Jade
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I admit nothing in the blinding light of humanity, as I sit here
having the same thing drummed into me day in and day out.  I can't
just sit by and watch everything disappear, can I?  How could life
have evolved so that even the faintest glimmer of reality shimmers
vaguely before disappearing forever?  Does it not stand to reason
that a part of me would disappear as well?

Each time I feel as though I open myself up, show a bit more today
than yesterday, it makes no difference.  I am still the poor fool who
is merely the scenery in which you flourish.  Long since forgotten, I
finally meet an end worthy of my silence.  One simple yet not
complete.  No, it wouldn't be complete without being overlooked then
as well. 

What makes someone so different that they are never seen for who they
are, but simply another boring voice to fill the void of
unhappiness?  Is that all I am?  Another poor soul adding to the
despair that seems to fill the world?  If it be your will that I
speak no more, famous words that still echo through the memory of yet
a decade since past.  What does one do when it becomes unbearable? 
The pain and suffering that happens for a reason?  Yes, all things
happen for that fated reason, whether they be good or bad, but does
it make a difference if you're alive or just passing through this
reality? 

Beauty fades with age, and yet when you don't feel a day over
sixteen, does it still begin that despicable fading even though you
fight it every step of the way?  Do you lose that bounce in your step
at which point you wonder just where the time has gone?  Does your
brow furrow and crease from the regrets of yesterday as you try to
ignore what has been. . . what has yet to be? 

Trying as hard a possible to put the best foot forward and not look
back, does it ever occur to you that behind you is what you've lost? 
Your innocence forever tainted, lost in the folds of time, though you
never dream you'd lost.  Losing many things through the years, last
to go will be your mind, lest it sucked away slowly by old age or
senility.

Finally tired from the weary battle to be seen by those you think
friends, tired eyes slide shut and the weary body gives in to
defeat.  All those dreams of sharing with them now lost among the
words, hidden in the forbidden textures of time, lost within our own
minds.  Am I lost now?  Are you? 

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