The Horseless Rider

Fighting to attain a sense of self inside this freeform fantasy. The given limits exist to guide journey, though so far little in the way of promises has been kept. Yestereve I asked for the gift of passion to be bestowed upon this numbness called my life. For quite some time now I have floated through this life in imitation, matching the movements of those around me, but failing to feel the connection to anything. It is this void in my emotions which reflects in my creations. Shells of ideas withouts hearts or souls. I've lost my way as I've lost myself. My only hope is that direction lies somewhere within.