Precipice of Procrastination- An Anatomy of Meloncholy

I've spent so much of my life on useless things, watching the things I love pass me by. I should leap from the precipice of procrastination and dive head first into the icy waters of life. Who cares if there are rocks below, better to die quickly in the fall on the rocks below then to whither slowly up above.

Silence

Theres a certain despicable quality about hearing ones own voice speak out into the world. It is as if you are releasing from your mind a wild beast that perhaps could be good and perhaps could be bad. For instance your words could bring life or they could harm  those around you. Though they can be discriminated by their types very often it can be hard to judge the consequences of what you do. So very often we choose to keep our mouths shut, to close pandora's box, and to not allow into the world what could be so very destructive, but in doing so we hold back all possible wonders, and cures, and glories. So livintg meager silence existances we are made no more than animals be our cowardice. Speaking no words of power, having no language of meaning, and falling into the daily mundane routine of yesterday.