Go

When I write my journal I title each entry with a whole lot of information. Information like where I am, what time and date it is and what I'm listening to. This information seems important to me, maybe so I can read back and draw on the elements that contributed to that moment, so that I can evoke my mind to go back there. Time, as they say is fleeting and it seems sad to think that moments pass and can not be revisited. It seems sad to think that all we have is memories and hopes.
This world really means nothing and the thought of living it for me, for moments, for my own personal gratification, when I think about it seems so useless, yet it's a trap I get caught in so often.
There is a better way, a greater calling and I doubt I'm up to it, but here I am, send me.

I can't change for them, I can't change for you and i can not change for me.
G-d you know I've tried to do all 3... I'm just me.
and you say you can stil use me? But no, no no no!
I give in.

You see the pain, you see it in their eyes,
and if sometimes you feel it too, that's so you can empaphise.
So go, go go go!