The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]

Gone Fishing

I've gone fishing. I'm not here, and I haven't been here. I've gone fishing. I left to find myself because I've been lost. I thought life would go on without me, but clearly, I was wrong. My town has

stopped to search me while the rest of the world doesnt even know that I'm gone. I could've asked my town for help and stopped me from losing myself, but I have become deathly afraid of myself. If

I asked them for help, I doubt my fragile soul could stop me from shattering. There are so many cracks from that day, and if I cry out for help now, I'll surely lose myself. I've gone

fishing. Don't try to find me. I need to do this alone and dig deep into my soul. I have to comb the waters and gaze upon the stars to find out where I've gone.
I've gone fishing, I've gone fishing,

fishing for myself in the river of souls. Following the clues that'll lead me back to me. Stop panicking and trying to find me. I've gone fishing, and if I don't hurry
I'll never out what happened to me. I

need to know what happened so I can fix my wounds and mend my broken soul. I've gone fishing, and this time, it's bad. This time, I dont know if I'll ever be back. I'm afraid. So very afraid. Terrified

of what will become of me and this world I built. Was it built upon a lie? NO! I know it wasn't! Stop telling me lies! I need to find my soul before I die.
It's been a week since I've gone fishing.

Somebody fix me.