I used to be an average somebody... or was I nobody? I can't seem to remember any more. I feel myself drifting, further and further away from where I began... or am I shifting backwards, trying to escape the 'end'?

It seems that all I do anymore is glide from one existance to another, bound to the same physical identity each time yet never completely connected to any of them. Like a series of dreams, all interconnected. And where one ends it just fades into the next. They never really end either, like watching a movie to the climax and then changing the channel and starting a new movie.

That is what I've become... The existance of a play, a story, a plot that only runs upto it's most exciting moment without any true resolution. Having to live your life over and over, without knowing how it will end, knowing it will be cut short just before the downhill coast...


It's enough to drive one insane... I am insane...