Monday, April 10, 2017


Whelp! Its that season again. Just me being me.

"Until you travel to that place you can't come back
Where the last pain is gone and all that's left is black."

Rome is an album I keep revisiting, especially during seasons like this.
I turn on the music, shut my eyes and let the monochrome images play inside.
The smaller the room, the darker the room, the better.

You know it is bad when you look forward to it just after it leaves you.
It is a stain you don't want to get rid off, a scent you've grown attached to.
A scar, one I shouldn't be proud of.
It shouldn't be part of my identity.

Yes it is the season right now.
Life feels arduous.
Giving up is just so tempting right now.

It is 1 am now. I should go and get some sleep. Got to work in the morning.
I hope I can get up on time.
I swear the surface gravity of my bed is higher than Jupiter's.

Please leave me be forever.