is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?
absence of color today.
the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.
frustration chews at your soul.
tears sinking into aging skin.
that is life, isn’t it? you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?
knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.
years spent hurting turned into years spent hating.
warm air and cold raindrops – a grey paradox i love.
i am lost, walking in a dream that doesn’t exist.