اگزیستانسیال

celebration is the modern way of accepting an unwilling fate.

i never liked the concept of celebrating. what if it never happened and things would be better off with it?

i need to come back to the mother nature's womb where i am buried 6ft underground.

even dying in this economy costs so much money, the best i can do is to disappear.

why can't we just die and then come back when everything gets better?

the concept of surviving that long that i may see my 30s, scares the shit out of me.

i'm in my 20s but i've 30s & 40s problems.

turning to me, tell me, can you feel it? when i'm all alone, tell me, can you feel it?

3:11 despair, it feels like home when I'm all alone. true care, it kills like hope in a dream where i've lost my own.

so we fool ourselves and weigh off all the time we lost. distill the question with pills and sound. if i leave, will this all calm down?

can you feel the weather? am i the only one?

1:32 this air, it feels like home when i'm all alone. repair, it's built on hope in a dream of a sky unknown.

and yesterday i let you go, i found a way out through my window. when the thunder cracks, i'll be waving. i'm not coming back.