Autopilot

It has been so long since I have written any words from within my being. Absorbed by life, the activity of it, has left no room for introspection or analysis at any depth.

I stop to ponder now, the idea that I am living a dream—maybe a set path is more accurate— of which I have never had any control. This should be disturbing to me, as I am nothing without my delusion of control. My attempts at relinquishing it for the sake of my own sanity have repeatedly failed, but now, finally close to being overwhelmed with trying, I feel ready to go on autopilot. Necessity forces my surrender. I yearn to finally be cool.

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