Wake up realizing you have another 16 hours to conclude you are an acosmist. The denial of the universe and reality brings your existence closer to a void. Given the time and solitude, death itself will be sure to follow you alongside. You are nothing but an abyss of nothingness.

Cat's Cradle

All these years. Floating in mid. Malaise growing in the cracks of my bones. The very moment I found out the inner workings of society. Not a pleasant sight. A pack of foma! It's impossibly impossible to live without speaking of the untruths. A play of words, irony slips in between every sentence you articulate. It is no wonder you never understand anything.

Solitude rain tunes. The breaking of dawn.
All geared up for another dimension.
Take me with you.

Who's creeping this space?

Gather your sinister tools
We're in for a treat,
for a kingdom we build only to watch it fall.
Designed to function accordingly.
Be sure to make a spectacle of your inventions!
They are only wired specially for this brief time on earth.
~

An unstoppable force is pushing me to the edge and I am unable to pause for a moment as much as I need it. Doldrums and silence would appease my soul but oh what little time I have left in this world~

Once again, the living has restrain my ability (or lack thereof) to comprehend the universe.

My mind,
My heart,
heavy as it is.

Friday

A different scene, it's been awhile.

'You seems happier', chuckles.

I am content?

Happiness, what is that?

Nauseated in a second.
A plague unknown lures you in without notice.
Torn between the truths and untruths.
The only options left leads to despair.