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I'm not sure if it's just procrastination, or some other horrible sort of something I'm in, but I sit here and look at a blank page for hours on end. I sit, surf and wait for that fairytale wave to crest, peak and blow before my eyes. You know, that wonderful sort of idea that sticks in between your teeth, and you get really antsy trying to claw at it with anything pointy and preferably leaded, until all you've got left is a clump of half-chewed nothing on the paper in front of you, and your teeth taste like ink or graphite. Yeah, that's me on a day to day. Except, it's not only with writing. It's with everything. My room? Smells like carv

I've been processing a few thoughts over and over again. They twist through my thoughts like a cog cranks clock hands, passing through seconds, minutes, hours as if they were nothing. But, aren't they nothing? Anyway, what is an hour? What is time? What is life but something the human complex has constructed to suit it's fancy? Why does any of it matter in the long run? We all live to die, fight to live and in the end.. it all vanishes. Out like a candle in the wind. This nothingness consumes me and makes me handsomely more realistic, but at the same time, it chews apart my reality. I've realized that I am the same nothing I once feared.

Congratulations to my dear friend, JaveryAxelMann (https://www.deviantart.com/javeryaxelmann) for his DD, "A Perverted Elegy for Atlantis". This only means that I'll have to try harder at besting your writing style. I'll fail, but I'll certainly try. A wonderful writer, a wonderful musician, a wonderful mind. Congrats. Fondly, Me