اگزیستانسیال

i swear i keep moving, but everything stands still and it makes me feel sick.

i've been feeling still lately so much that i fear i may start to stink, and rot, and decompose into what i once was and will be.

to have the time of your life, you have to be timeless. my watch is broken, but the hand of the clock is keeps circling.

beyond ground, in the heavens, i love you.

enΩë, you embrace. you embrace perfection, you are enΩë perfection. coloring the truest love and heaven. i dream, i feel.

3:57 i want to fly into the orange skies, raining perfect heaven into the October rain. to fly into the orange skies, i want to love you, orange dream.

you will make up your mind and still doubt whether to blow it up or not.

sometimes you just have to bang your head against the wall and move on.

maybe to feel something is to not feel anything at all, since nothing is everything and undo.

i tried to find something to make me feel, but every single one of them made me more numb over time.

this cruel world of reality isn't for the weak, and i am among the weak.

i had wondered so much that i lost my touch with reality since i was 14.

look at you, wondering about a beautiful life when there is no beauty standard around.

led by despair, i throw up my sins and i drown in guilt.

beaten down, eaten up by disgrace, beaten down and spat out. i wonder in darkness.