اگزیستانسیال

never let them know your next move. (the move in question is dying tho)

هیچوقت نذار یک تقویم برات تصمیم بگیره. همین الان گره طناب رو محکم کن و امروز رو تبدیل کن به سالگرد وفاتت.

عزیزم واقعا تقصیر من نیست که هیومرِ داغونی دارم، بهرحال تو هم جایی زندگی کنی که ۵ دقیقه بعدت معلوم نباشه در بهترین حالت دچار مشکلات روانی میشی.

کافیه یک روز بگی دیگه از این بدتر نمیشه، به ۵ دقیقه نمی‌کشه که به گوه خوردن میوفتی.

2:10 in my final feet of balance, you disappear. can't find my keep, can't look, much too steep. there's more i believe.

once i feel like i am worthless, there's nothing to heal. can't find my feet, can't look towards the east, there's more i believe.

you would run thousands of miles with your bare feet just to not put them in my shoes, to not feel how i feel.

"put yourself in my shoes" eww i'd would never wear those.

let it linger, i don't give a fuck anymore.

like who tf are you trying so hard for when you don't even see yourself in your 30s?

trying so hard to climb toward an education for myself and yet the only future i see for myself is the nearest graveyard in town.

the captain is family, it's the good ship suicide.

ready to dive head first down the well, on the edge of the stormy sea of pollution in the sinking ship. taking on water spiraling down, nearing the edge of the world.

7:06 just remember when i wasn't to focus on when i'm not, to wonder where they go. now the fountains are spewing blood, don't think i don't know where this is heading.

when i realize once more, everything becomes so clear, like i knocked on the door and rang the bell. now i can't look away.

4:58 empty squares and voids, blackened halls. shallow water splashing away to inspect these figures on pedestals. down the long corridor, looking down the dam, take the ride to the bottom.