348th Post

The architect of my own pain.

The builder of my own sorrow.
The producer and director of my own destruction.

I guess life is nothing more then one huge movie.

Whereby we are all the directors.

Scriptwriters.
Producers.
Actors.

All impromptu.

And eventually.
We write our own death scene.
The final part of the movie.

As i speed down the dark highway.
I wonder where i will go.

Will my movie be remembered by many?
Or will it be silently buried along with many other nameless movies?