i hate writing. maybe i should stop writing.
these writings are fueled by angst. it is dead wrong.
today is the day my mind spoke to me in silence.
of disintegrating illusions from a perfect score.
also a day of teachings.
that not all things being equaled with our delusions.
and these freaking delusions ends with remorse.
i want out. for real.
walk the talk?
this time i will try. ending this monstrosity.
new breed of hope, a new breath of leaves.
i whisper to myself, a new hobby / interest?
Thunderbird are go!
what about a new illusion? i found one yesterday.
almost as sweet as the smell i remembered.
almost as entrancing as it used to be.
the same intense heartbeat as before.
a divine theory i discovered.
never knowing something till you actually find out.
but i ask myself, what worth the discovery?
or will it ponder another great downfall?
i surrender. it will come when it comes.
streaming preciously, to where it belongs.
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