Why do we follow? Why do we accept? Why don't we question the inept? ...Why are we lead? 

People really believe... in nothing.

Always on a personal level...

I am in love with someone that doesn't know me, has never seen me, or isn't in the know that I exist! How is that possible? It is a one way street, dare I say... love affair? No, obsession, compulsion, emptiness, void in my life, that I am trying to fulfill one way or the other.  I feel an eagerness about me, something trying to escape and explore all avenues possible. I want to believe, hear, see, feel... how... can... I ? My thoughts run a muck, my passion lacks luster, my presents goes unnoticed. I have the desire and the strength to go the distance... but what future do we have? How long is guaranteed... no one knows. I make it bleak because of the foundation that has been laid before me. I want more, to love... the right one forever, with all the fibers of existence, exclusively, unconditionally for eternity.