اگزیستانسیال

i'm afraid of the fact that i may don't have it in me anymore, even not a single drop.

if i let out, i'm afraid i won't get back.

there's nothing in it's right. but there's a lot of wrongs that shouldn't take places, but they do.

in a world where that the one who is full of joy for living, gets killed and the one who yearns for death, survives.

i can't feel sorry. sorry-ness can't describe the amount of shame i in my chest for being the one who is still living.

angels on the sideline again, benched along with patience and reason, wondering where this tug of war will end.

5:42 fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky and fight over life, over blood, over air and light, over love, over sun, over another fight for the time, for the one, for the rise.

2:48 monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground. silly monkeys, give them thumbs, they make a club and beat their brother down.

1:40 angels on the sideline, baffled and confused. father blessed them all with reason and this is what they choose?

don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys.

these past few days taught me that i don't need to actually get hit by a bullet in my forehead to feel dead.

i'm not nonchalant about it, actually there's nothing i can do about it.

anything can ruin your day like hell if you are really sensitive enough.

i don't ask for too much, i was just asking.

fuck was i in love with hope? alleviate my reserve to know, cuz i needed to know what if we were just a coincidence? one big insignificance? i can't wait for you cuz i learned.

i won't stretch myself out, you bleed my nerves dry. pretend you did nothing wrong, you know, i still hate you.