I once felt the warmth of love and the cold touch of hate. Felt ones' last dying breath and the cruel work of fate. I once had my spirits high and then slammed into the ground. Felt the feeling of having nothing when my mind wasn't even around. More than once I've lost my thoughts in a cloud of darkness; "imagination." I'm too weak to carry on alone when you were my only inspiration. More than once I've doubted myself my ability to maintain my passion but maybe I've just been so lost in the world that it turned into an uncontrollable obsession.
