It's only halloween.

I'm only scared of myself.

Stopping time.

I'm getting so much older by the second.
I'm getting so tired.

IT's not getting easier.

Visual alcohol.

Got a new video game today.
The best metaphor is simply:
Visual alcohol.

Yellow day.

It's a bit simpler.

The same old friday.

Same old taste of heaven.

A long journey.

I need a vacation.

Shattered Sound.

The yells and screams don't stop.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's them.
Maybe we're all tired.
WE are.
But they don't care.
Nor do I.

Not enough sleep.

Too tired to care.

Sigh.

Sigh.
What more needs to be said?

No, Not yet.

The weeks come by with nothing to achieve.
It goes on and on. I feel like nothing.
Menial tasks.
I can't even feel my own heartbeat anymore.

Endless work.

Speed of Sound.

The music is a big part of me.
There's no good or bad music.
I can't draw any line of judgment.
It just soothes my soul.

Rain and ruin.

The heavy rain dropped on me.
It made me wet.
But of course,
No one.
No one can tell the difference.
Between rain and tears on my face.

Cold Rain.

I sat with my friends to eat a cold lunch.
The cold rain would always start and stop without reason.
We played cards.

Red Subsistence.

I've thought more and more about it.
I live. And I die.
The red in my veins seem so much more attractive now.

One shot of hope.

Ready to dive first into school tomorrow.
The routine is the same.
And at the same time,
I feel like taking a huge shot of alcohol.
But if I was old enough to drink,
I'd have no liver by now.

A place two far...

It doesn't seem too far off,
that distant place.
I hope for the one time,
that distant time.
That distant place.

To fly nowhere..

Another Friday.
Another week.
I have accomplished nothing.
What does it mean?
School seems too distant.

Waking up.

I woke up from one dream.
Straight into another.

A Lost man.

Today I remembered a distant dream.
I dream where I killed my brother.
I woke up.
And that was exactly what had happened.
15 years ago.
I am not lying.

A Good Burger

Long time since I had a burger.
It was good. It was from In-and-Out.
It brought a smile to my face.
Then I wonder why.

No, once more.

Another Monday.
Yay.

A New Hope?

I got another game today.
Something for a misery.

What?

Another day, another stop.
Still work.
So What?

What?

It's Friday in my world.
Another salvation.

Today I found a small shred of a smile.
From a person I did not know.
I smiled back, hoping for a notice.

One down, infinity to go...

There are infinite stories, too many to count,
So much emotion, awaiting account.

Too many to see, not attention to one,
Too many people, but never none.

So we listen, and so we speak,
every voice, always unique.