The future is yet to come...by Ramblings of Paranoya Insomniac

I can not think, my mind is blocked, I have no faith, I have lost it all, all thought, all reason, there is nothing but darkness when I closed my eyes. I can't write if not write about the writing, it is not fantasy or a dream, this is real. I feel nothing, no laughter, no emotion, it is hopeless. I am not inventing this, I think its all over, I have nothing else to say, I think I said it all..a moment, a pause... silence grows...where am I ? Have I escaped self doubt ? Is this part of the subconscious ? If I am a bird I can fly, transformation is easy, I am an eagle, in the sky far high looking down, the clouds , become part of me now I am the sky, above the stars and night, the sun my friend radiating splendor, a vacuum this earth and the consumption of time, could ramble on forever, my fingers, why are they writing where is my mind, now lost again, a pause, moment to rest and breathe, a memory , walking in the night the tracks the crackling of the rocks , the shadows, who hides inside those shadows, I hope no one, the neighborhood is silent and sleeping, what am I still doing up, awake, this heat, weighs down on me, nothing to eat , nothing to drink , I lay on the floor thinking..