its dark again. outside inside everything is the same the noise is the same the laughs the expression in peoples faces ... this room is just a room filled with us it could be anything it wouldn't it doesn't matter ... what we want we cant have you and I we cant have each other we are just spots you and I in a pit in a dying world just stuck and drained completely. ... the venom and the vomit we're born into we're dragged into you can only sigh and i can only yearn ... soon you will leave i will be gone ... these words are spilled on you and me ... so take me away
Reason for writing:
The reason writes itself. It doesn't matter. It doesn't make sense. Its real, but in seconds it will fade out, time will rip it apart, no one will care. Its just feelings covered in words. Time goes onward, albeit everything remains the same. You don't know what I'm talking about, and why should you ; it doesn't concern you, its seconds to you. Perhaps you will ponder, even write words down, but it is just a memory. Soon you won't give a damn, you will go back to whatever it is that you will go back to. I'll sit here, write this down, go to bed, sleep and wake up. It doesn't make sense.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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