lost

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?

ambition

ambition’s gaping maw swallows everything in its path.

archipelago

individuals,we mark x on the same map,on the same earth,we occupy different spots – our niche, we dominate – we fall to predators,chase after prey, our own islands,we drift by ourselves,individuals with different tastesand personalities and looks,yet the bonds of fate,cruel red strings,tie us together,linked in the same ocean,the empty expanse of landless lonely,where predator