Metamorphosis

Oh, this glaring stare of change. What lasts and what doesn't? These vague passing bys resembles those melodious tunes they strum on their fancy guitars.. Sometimes its cheery, other times it kills a part of you. Now, won't you light that stick of not-so-gloomy, and lighten up?

This metamorphosis of the state of the mind just isn't a game i would play.

Now, hop on, cos we'll move on without you anyway.

The biggest downfall of life is perhaps the humane nitpicking of the simplest, smallest imperfections at the dark, squeaky, unnoticed (yet noticed) corner of life. This whirlwinds life into an emotional black hole some sort, making life illusionally unbearable.

I guess everyone is an emotional wreck somehow, somewhere. The deepest of all scars are scars that are invisible to the physical eye. It is surreal, and hides from those who look, but does not feel.

Time is but a pathetic failure of an excuse.