Monday, June 30, 2014

Live, yes I'm still trying.

I still live here and there.
Not yet a place,
To be found,

I took what is left of me,
After countless of ruins,
I thought I would gladly,
Self-destruct,

I did not,
I still,
Still,
Want to live,

Eventually,
We're all going to go,
And be gone,
But now, in this instance,

I want to live.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

I thought I saw myself out there but no, its not even my reflection.

Its easy to lean on stereotypes. I know since its what I've done on too many accounts every time my doubts are bordering truth or I think its the truth. It might be if I hadn't made up excuses for it and as excuses go, stereotyping, typicality and cliché's helped a lot.

Getting older is shit these days. I am paranoid again.

Don't mind me.
Its been awhile, since words collided. I figures nothing in this whole sense of things would matter to anyone.

But I missed it anyway.

By the way, how does friendship works? 

Monday, February 17, 2014

When I woke up, last night's woes still rang in my head.

It is unfortunate, that I did not grew older but instead; bitter.