|Lost in Translation of Self|
There is no title for this entry.
How can there be when I have nothing to say?
Nothing more to say, that is.
I mean what more is there to be said?
I have said it all in previous entries,
And in previous conversations,
And in previous dreams.
Really, what more is there to be said,
When I have said it all already?
Does repeating the same shit over and over again help?
Based on the above and previous,
I guess it doesn't.
So why say anything at all,
When in the end, it's all the same?
History repeats itself.
That's what "They" say.
More like, shit repeats itself...
Why tell anyone?
Why say anything?
When the answer is so vivdly clear!
I wish I had something different to say,
Something different to write about,
But when something consumes you for years,
It's difficult to focus on something else,
When really, there is nothing else to focus on.
What do I say now?
What do you say when you have already said it?
What do you ask when you have already asked it?
What do you do when you have already done it?
What do you you move on to when you're never going to get there?
What do you hear when you've already heard it?
What do you think when you have alrady thought it?
What do you do differently when you have done it already?