Really?

All I can think of are cliches. I have nothing am nothing and give nothing. Nothing.

Wisdom whispers but I can't hear her.  Voices in my head, the same fucking voices I heard years ago, fuck, should you be a little older, a little wiser by now!

I never imagined this, never ever.  

I can't stop imaging, time spins and I sit growing stiff, stale and sour.

Scared, I admit to make the move, what if it doesn't work, how will I survive,  you don't know those people but can anyone ever know anyone else? Another cliche you say ...