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Every waking moment, I think. About what, no one knows. I’m lost in space searching. Searching for a soul, a life, something different from the rest. Alone I think, “What about if I did this instead of that, would it change the world?” It fills my head with, “What ifs” or, “Should I?” It swirls and whirls around my head trying to get out, but nothing comes out. When it clutters my brain, I’m gone floating in space. Searching. For what, who knows. Maybe it’s me, searching for my destiny on Earth. Who knows, but all I know for sure is , I’m lost in space thinking. Wednesday, February 2, 2000 |