blankwithoutyou

0135. the day spans out its ugly wings and soars into the sunset.

shortly which dusk falls; a velvet blanket sprawled out across the drifting fragile clouds, singed with diamond like starlight for as far as our eyes can see.

alas. day in, day out.

i dont feel anymore noteworthy than the dust that had settled itself and created a world of bacteria upon my bedroom wall. whatever was it that made you think we are you said we are?

dont grow delusional. go out there and treat those people whom you think you should as your dear friends, you loved ones, your kins etc regardless the mutual fulfillment involved. it's none of my bloody problem.

and dont you dare talk to me about happiness. i have no need for someone to explain to me apparently intangible and ambiguously abstract concepts which i have excluded myself to partake in. if you do it again, im going to forsake any relationship we have between us and be forcibly discourteous. and/or barbaric, depending on my mood.

neither do i believe in anymore faux purposes and pseudo meanings of continuing this arduous hassle of being alive. harbouring ambition and goals are luxuries that a man like me, with no hopes left for this world, can never afford.