Half A Month +

I amuse myself with tears. Tears that brings about the dreaded apocalypse.
I can’t bare to ask myself if this what I really want. If this is my forthcoming legacy. If this is why I continue to breathe.

The truth may not even exist, as the thoughts are only fabrications of my neural network – working for, against, towards and beside my ideological ideas. So I’m searching for a solution. As always. Although for once I do not feel the need to escape the daily life and routines, but rather embrace it.

I see you. But sometimes I just fail to see myself. Or is it the other way around?

Anyhow… Change is as always, inevitable, but surely a crucial ingredient in the continuation of this. It’s my only safety to pull if things get out of hand.
At the same time, what is gained? Anxiousy? Boredom? Happiness?

 

Shit…


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