Needless to say

There are many things that trouble my mind right now.
Things that i can't explain, things that i never can
understand? Comprehend? And somewhere inside me, i
have given up the reason for existence, or even to
tell myself why. For reasons of my own, i no longer
exist to myself.

Maybe because i can't explain how things work in life
anymore, how one can be so inhuman, so obvious, yet
no one really knows. Am i to prevent all this, is that
my purpose? We see every soul pass us by, in bodies
and endless minds. Do they have a purpose? Does their
mind serve a greater existence? Posers, pretenders,
liars, procrastinators, they walk amongst us, with
a note at the back of my head that i might be one of
them. For if i am, then write this about me, how i have
failed, failed to see the obvious, how i have become so
inhuman, yet no one knows.

That's if i fail, then let everything be upon me. Let
other failures be mine to blame, let every sadness be
mine to bare, so that they can live without trepidation,
and let them let go. If i can take everyone's pain, and
carry it for them, wouldn't my happiness be worth much
much more?

Then I'll just be a body, with my soul only waiting to go.
Thinking it the way i put it, wouldn't i have a purpose then?
A reason for existence?

But it will all have to start with a failure..........
"MY LITTLE FAILURE, I SUCCEEDED"

yet to be.