The rehearsal

Last tuesday I traced myself a lot.The inner turbulence increased its values and there it was the lack game,again,but stronger than it ever was.I experienced the deepest emptiness around.I must say that I have a mental full speed engine especially designed to emphasize life ,although its death enchantment seem to elucidate even better my condition,but when you´re closing time and leaving references,you simply agree and go as it must be, loosing yourself on the way.
I´m not a typical one,my life´s a mess and for now I ´m not sure about what I really need and want ,nevertheless I persist in pursuing the same old and exhausted impetus of infinite love and infamous (I adore the word) giving.And that´s keeping me alive.
Love reminds you that nothing else matters-Amy Bushell