23/7-07


Don’t even have the energy to write even though I have nothing.
What to come? What is there more to expect to life?
Is this final?
This Heavy breathing makes my chest hurts and drains me.
Stuck in a constant circulation below sea level.
An abyss of confusion and senselessness where hope is all.
Take me above the clouds so I can see past this
mist that’s taunting my acing soul.
Pretentious words and patterns that has
no meaning neither to me or anyone else.
I just want to be able to stop dragging my feet around
with half opened eyes in my robe.
It makes me ashamed to even exist.
It’s easy to tell yourself “soon, well be taking off” and
reminding yourself, that day is within a rock solid grasp.
Without the ability to breathe, walk or see clearly there’s really nothing else to rely on than faith, salvation and the future.
The future is what you make it.
I guess I have a rather sad future ahead of me.














But Please, Don't Stop