Lost.

The argument is that this was not the idea. The question then arises that what was the original premise? I hardly remember it now but there are resonating shards left of that great original idea. I must try and eat less and I must also eat a healthy and balanced diet. Why did I come to be? That is a question worth asking. One must also try and pursue the worth of one's existence in non existential terms. Secrets. There is no corner of the universe that I can hide in. There is no force that can change what I have done in the past. I must live with the burden that I have implicated myself in. To me my solitude. Will I ever see a dawn caressing, bouncing ever so slightly off the silhouette of soft features and tender skin. Why me? Why not me? Can someone held understand the thing that I am, the thing I have now become. I wish. I wish I would take more chances. I would stick to my word. I would love dearly the one whose right it is to be loved. A heart void of love is far worse than a dead one. Break the shackles off my heart, give me the sustenance, the vision, the perception to love You, please. I have fallen from grace. I request your hand to get back up again. For without your will all existence is helpless, lost.