Thoughts cave in; it’s futile to pull them back
With taut muscles and wrecked brains
Fragments of disillusioned emotions also surrender
Once, only a flicker of a path was available
Now the lights are dull; the temper of existence, tense
The hope of crawling towards freedom with all might
Something is not right in the fight for control
Everything falls apart; they do and permeates deep
Collapsed grounds, the broken bowl, filled with anger
Worn faces, torn fate, and the constant friction
Dwelling there in the darkness is a predicament
~Amitav
Amitav Chowdhury 
I myself get exhausted trying to figure out the purpose and methods of mankind. I still struggle to find the big SHABANG of being here but at the same time try to let my survival instinct do the driving
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It is exhausting, Glenna. When thoughts are being muddled by external factors, the struggle to find clarity and the real self is a challenge.
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Thoughts tormenting us…It can get really dark, can’t it?
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I would like to trust the lights that are being absorbed by that darkness. Never know what we can discover.
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