اگزیستانسیال

I'll never sleep peacefully until my bed turns to be my coffin.

I have the Dracula sleep schedule.

2:50 the cycle continues. why? is this all that's left for me?

1:18 a yearning for the quiet that oblivion gives. the crimson lines, a roadmap of despair. I know it's wrong, I know it's weak. a fleeting moment, a stolen peace.

every day I pull an all nighter and look at the sun of the morning sunrise and hope to not see it anymore.

every day i pull an all nighter and look at the sun of morning sunrise and hope to not see in anymore.

I fear the moment that we're no longer even in a single piece of shap and will be forgotten in our last moved on journey.

of course we move on so fast, but we always leave a piece of ourselves back then.

I was born in a right generation I love listening to my fav spotify playlists and creating new pinterest boards.

it's me, my headphones and my bloody ear type of music taste against this cruel world.

everybody does it just to prove something. everybody wins just to lose something.

1:37 swinging from the wire, higher, higher. telling war stories to the two way mirror. fucking up my knuckles just to prove something.

sheeple step in, preaching nothing but sounds. sit up to speak and they turn it around.