the day passed as was it should and I couldn’t sew two words together. There wasn’t an exciting event or a noteworthy brawl to craft in words. the day was as mundane as they come. The days are generally gloomy now when there’s nothing much left to be done. The excercise as I thought it was has turned into an ego fueled ridiculousness of who said what. No body cares and everyone wants the other person to die and wither off into darkness not because they’ll gain something from it but because it’s what they’ve been thaught. in such a flaccid state of intertwined society, who’s to say support, humanity etc. etc. are to be observed. Who’s to say it exists, who’s to say anyone gives a shit!
The reality and reflection of the other person to his face makes him run astray in a opposite direction from you because it’s either the ego that couldn’t handle it or their general distress around the failure to sell their sham was too damn deep that they’d want numbness inside a bottle.
The curiosity lies with the bold, as has been the case since the day we all started living. Its not for the weak and it’s definitely not a virtue appreciated in the masses too. There’s something known as too curious apparently!
The general hopelessness of people and of society is definitely something to write about but it’s not something too interesting to pay attention to. It will sooner or later rob me of my honesty, of my childlike youth, of my love, of my peace, of my innocense, of my purity, of my flame. A far more deeper subject to intervene into is the topic of my life, the history isn’t going to change itself and the future isn’t going to stay the same. The present…
thouwriter 