Taking a look at my life from here, I can't tell whats next except whats expected. All the trails that once stood beneath my feet are turned over and all that is left is an empty dream I've been clinging on to since I was much younger. I guess everyone wants a little bit of fame but I feel like I need it.
I find myself narrating my own story as I capture scene after scene behind my own eyes, waiting for something to happen. And seeing the same old places and people has left me tired of this story. So do I close the book, tear our a few pages, or hold it out. I've never been much of a reader anyway.
C.K.
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