not a story.. not a poem

just want to spread what i feel.. no more bull s**t

I started walking..walking on a rough patch.. No lights no dreams.. No one to believe in..only myself.Questioning every move i make..Questioning my own identity.. My own self..my own shadow my own sorrow..my own image.. My own pledge..my disasters my survival my past my present my roots my face in the light of a crescent moon.. Questioning everything that moves around my life. Not happy with the future i see..is this life worth living..or is this the end.. Or do i wait for another tunnel to pass that makes me believe again.. Irrational thoughts..blots of happiness i want to see..but is that possible..for me to just stop everything and focus on a better tomorrow. But is it that hard or is it very easy.. Questioning again.. Am i sane..or am i different..do i have to do something to.prove the way i feel coz the people closer to me dont realize my pain..Is this living worth living?Or just worth questioning.