I wake up, go on with my day and somehow I keep finding myself here. I don't even know why I keep coming back, nothing changes. I don't know what I was looking for anymore, whatever it was, it's gone, and has been for, some time if it was ever really here at all. It just took me this long to shake off the stupor and see that for myself. I think it's time for me to move on, though I haven't the foggiest idea where to go. I don't suppose it matters as long as it's not here, so anywhere will do. I've got no regrets, no bile to vent, just the certainty that I must go. I can feel death waiting for me at the end of every and any path, I don't care as long a it's there when I get there, wherever that may be. I'm just leaving this here on the off chance that if someday somebody wonders what happened, they'll know.
Goin' Elvis, That-Guy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqXmaFPn604