We were once so beautiful, so unstoppable, so happy and complete. We did not need others, and words could not even hurt us. And nothing, nothing at all could hurt us.Now we breathe alone, we tug at strings to keep ourselves afloat and there is no moving on.

You still count your grudges. Those seashells you collected, thrown away too easily, for good. A shadow passed upon your eyes, reflected memories inside. How close was happiness to us back then. A moment fleeting in the end.

You reeck of apathy in all important ways, I want you to remember how to state that blessedness does not happen everyday.

I come to you in the darkest of hours with a quest. I need to save me from myself, I have been cursed. My labirinth of lies wont save me now. The blood lagoon will swallow me whole. Crumb by crubm we chase it back to the beginning. I do not know where to start. The soul is a comical at most, it does not shield itself from thousands of starving eyes.

We've gravitated mildely towards middle earth.Ive been exposed to millions of wars. I lay down my cacoon to knit into. I shall request to be reborn. You've laid youe eggs inside me now for days. Three out of three says Im a liar. And apathy is my only good remaining trait.

Do you believe you are the greatest still? Let me show you to this magic mirror, trick.

Write the following on a piece of red paper and keep it under your pillow. "I, [put your name here], do solemnly swear on this day [put date here] that I will devote myself for a period of seven days to learning my most important desire. No other thought will be more uppermost in my mind. No other concern will divert me from tracking down every clue that might assist me in my drive to ascertain the one experience in this world that deserves my brilliant passion above all others."