Where the fuck did I put that key…

My secrets are hidden in a pandora shaped box waiting for that one day to come in which it can be unlocked so my soul can escape and I can pull back the curtain of fabrication that others call life. Not a matter of what purpose it should serve and how it’ll end but the actual purpose. Always running away from our problems. Guess that’s why they call it the human race for humanity’s sake they tell us to not ask questions. Silence so loud for it has no company. Watching and observing my surroundings. The people and the places they choose to go. But for what. Just to say they did it. But that won’t matter when they are twelve feet under. My biggest fear isn’t whether I’ll be remembered after I pass but if I’m even worth remembering. 1:19am it’s thunderstorming for the next week. Complete bliss.