Obsession

Obsession runs within my veins,
charging everything I do with
hatred, passion and intrigue.

Obsession runs my life,
changing me, making me, forcing me
to be a vindictive soul.

Obsession from neither hate nor love,
but obsession from knowing that
it's not tangible for me:

The obsession of you.

ISHEYOURSOULMATE???

There comes a point in every human's life where he/she has to look at their life and ask themself, "is this really what I want to leave behind?" But, what is it that people truely want to leave behind? Everyone wants to leave their "footprint on the sands of time," but not everyone achieves the ultimate goal of immortality. I? I leave behind to you, and the rest of cyber space, this blog full of thoughts and what not. But, hey, for all I know, in thirty years, the internet won't even exsist because something better will take it over. And books? Why, yes, I do still hope to write a book and become super awesome and have lots of fans, but books... Who still buys them? I guess you do, and you, and you. I guess as long as Barnes and Noble is still open, I'm good. Right? Bands and writers leave something behind. Simon & Garfunkel will live on. William Shakespear has lives for thousands of years already and I'm pretty sure he will continue. But, you know what? No one can leave anything behind unless something happens. Like a cap gun explodes and blows your hands off and you go to the doctor's and they magically find a cure for cancer somehow without realizing what they've even done ((yes, that is likely to happen)).

And, by the bye, hello. =]