Days pass me by as I chase pointless charades; some seem more worthless than others. There is a bizarre sense of emptiness and desolation lying somewhere underneath, always ready to burst out of me. I can invariably feel it right at the precipice of my
I often think about how every experience that you have ever encountered, remains entirely yours. Nothing in the world can ever come close to understanding it. No one can fathom the nitty-gritty of what you are going through or what you went through. Sure, they
From the deepest alcoves of my mind, you somehow always make it back. This time so powerful! Appearing like a memory so strong that it was hard to shake you off. Another dream like a bazillion others, I wish you would never come back. But