I feel as if I'm pretending. As if I'm leading this lie, where I'm busy, but busy doing absolutely nothing. I write, and I do write, I read, hand out, I love to help, yet as I look at the total effect. I feel like I've been sitting idle in a world moving at light speed. In this world driven by greed, malice, anger, jealousy and corrupt souls... I feel the bit of good I want to do has yet to begin. Where is the jumpstart on life? Why is this aimless sorrow massaging my soul? Why do I feel like I have no control?
Enjoy the walk down Th3rd Avenue, a derivative to understanding thoughts in our head, translated through opinions, statements and feelings.
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