Thinking Out Loud pt.10
I walk beside my shadow, it diving me in pointless direction, purpose free. 

In labyrinth, were wrong doings are common and senses related to them ones similar as the ones one feels when a falling self cries and has nowhere to stand.

Free of desire, pain of life, yet I am PAIN. 

Where I belong, still not satisfied. Where do I belong? I may never grasp the idea, and the obvious response to that is I belong here. Being the being that I am, the self, nowhere to be found but ever present. 

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