Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Drained...
Something is wrong. Awfully wrong, in my perspective at least. I've lost my drive to pursue anything productive, like I'm running on an empty tank all the time. Without a schedule to orchestrate my actions, all I'm left with is an empty shell, waiting for nothing. Hope has almost departed completely, and all that's left to hang on is a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment. And yet, there is this occasional spark of inspiration, giving me the will to keep going, even if it's just for another day. However, this only happens on a rare occasion. I still live in a dark world. And I need some help with this.All of this is going on behind a stage curtain. For some reason, I have decided to hide this from the majority of the populace, and perhaps I am the only one who knows. And at the same time, my conscience is pulling at me to reveal this secret to someone. But who? Who could I trust with something as big as this? Who would possibly realize the magnitude of the situation, and would be willing to help me out? Who would at least help me up when I'm about to collapse? All this time, doubt and hesitation have clouded my mind, so I never really get around to telling someone (okay, I told some people. But that's beside the point). So now, I'm still left to face this challenge on my own.
And believe me, facing a daunting challenge alone is very, very difficult...
