56. Blindfire
I have no goals, No ambitions, At least any that I'm aware of. I have no aim. No mark to hit. Just blindly shooting. I don't know where this discontent comes from. I just feel out of place, Out of sync with my own integrity. Walking day by day, Letting each breath go away, Without much to say. Everything is just so faint. I can't put my finger on anything Without it going astray. I just want someone by my side, So I'm not ridden with the anxiety Of being a waste of space. I'm not sure if anyone can play the part Of filling the hole in my heart. Someone who sees me as a work of art.