; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

i lean over the window pane

it's been eight years - the radio dept

i never knew that good experiences could cause a pain like this

so i'm not who you thought i was. nobody thought about this enough. i am as much a person as an ember, and who will be there when the heat is gone? the same question comes, again and again. why are we here? from what are we seeking salvation, and from who?

i did not give up on blind faith to be lead to destruction of my happiness. do i have a choice? and who the fuck am i to dictate what's better for me tomorrow. what the fuck gave me the balls to be so confident thinking that pain would be better for me?

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