With every passing second, does the meaning of my life grow clearer? Or does it just linger, just out of reach in the unknown.
Well If I did know I wouldn't be asking the questions, would I.
But No matter how many seconds I survive on this planet, there has to be something better, more fulfilling thatn this,
more amazing, more approving of me. Of who I am. Of who I should be, Of who I want to be.
It's what I am always searching for, just a little bit past my line, somehwere where I can be happy with no shakes, and no nothing just no thinking. NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING.
It's the epic search.
The search for something new, something fresh, something better. A search for the cabaret.
It's The search for something more.
It's a search that never ends, a search that doesn't get any easier.
'But when I saw her laid out like a queen, she was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen'
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