FeigningExistance

I added some little bits and pieces of writing to my scraps page.  I hope you like it, and please feel free to critic it.  I would love to get input and opinions on my thoughts that i plan on elaborating on.

Here i sit, once again awake against my will. In the aftermath, all is clear.  Fires put out, smoke disapated, questions answered.  A lifetime of confusion, turmoil, dispute: Crystal in the blink of an eye as life closes.  How ironic that a life's meaning is revealed as it closes.  How unfair. Enfatuation is a plague that haunts our society. We never rest until all the world's pointless possesions are in our feeble, greedy little hands. What ever happened to love?  Or was it always just a meaningless word chased by the populous. Douglas, you say "Don't Panic".  I know no other path