Watching your strong rooted beliefs carelessly blown to create a particular sense of animosity forming the strength in the breeze that brushes against your crackling, war-torn skin, your refusal to inhale results in your body backtracking the previous physical movement. Knowingly, silence is obtained while your soul is left behind in the step before as this retrace is achieved.

You fear. You know. You took the single step back.

Lighter than the surrounding air you drag your heavy age down the twining pathway out of this urban jungle. Carried along by the particles possessed in the lightest mass of all matter, your eyes are taunted. In the rebound, you see your will. Calculating over all its possible worth, the sight that tempts you to take in all its beauty finally connects you to yourself. Mixing with the random moving particles, connections are always formed and broken - now you realize this often occurrence you've previously failed to conclude - now you realize this is yourself and you.



So now I have really messed up hair. I've been sitting around taking in too much booze. I'm a wreck but no, I don't feel sorry for myself thank you. I need nobody. Working's pretty fine, its slack :) Been pretty distracted though. I'm so infatuated with my hairstylist its really not funny anymore. But I guess I'm her biggest joke. Anyway, I'm sorry I haven't been updating at all, I guess things in my little worthless life have come to a point which is so difficult to explain or describe so I guess I just decided never to let things out again cause no good comes from that. But no worries dear ones, I never run out of words! Haha. So yes, I'm good :) I think right now even I have difficulty digesting what I've said (I need help, doctor, please) See you peeps around soon.
Ps: To those who care, thank you. To those who don't, absorb the words in bold.


You fail to understand why everything you stood your ground for, everything that kept you standing, everything you stayed awake for strongly evaluating the importance of its existence has been trampled on, shattered and returned to you in your face, in shreds. You see through their eyes, they don't see your views. You mould into their minds, they don't see you.

You think its bad having one foot in the grave? Try having two.