So hollow and empty, with nothing more to strive for. The same hollow existence day in and day out. The monotony of it all was crushing. There is always something there at the back of the mind wanting something more, something meaningful, something! Knowing what is lacking is hard enough, making it a reality is impossible, FREEDOM. All strive for some sort of freedom, but rarely get it, it's depressing. To come to the sad realisation of what lies ahead weighs heavy. Than all that's left is to ride it out and cease to exist. Settling, one never thinks it will happen to them, then as one gets older thoughts of settling do not seem such a terrible thing. But once one realises what settling entails, it's all too much. You loose yourself, somewhere, somehow you get caught up and then the next thing you know you are wondering where it all went.... Regret. Sadness. Longing. For something you may never see, or something you had that you will never see again. Such is life.

Sometimes true.

Have you every read Waiting for Godot? It's a play in two acts.

Nice one darkmoonbride...