Let there be no title.

I've been reduced to a child, who sees how everything was(?), or the state of "what could be." I've forgotten, is there an end to the day? What a pathetic pretentious question. My original thought was lost because I sat and thought too much about how I could make myself sound more like a prestigious writer. I've been missing my imagination. I've been dumbed down, desensitized by everything I see today. I don't have to think, I might as well let everyone else do my thinking.