i woke up on a doorstep. it was 6am. the sun was barely coming up. as it hit my eyes. i started to understand.

there's some truth where there isn't any at all. licking your wounds.

an extreme form of decay.

there's a chance i'll never be happy.

give life meaning. i hear the noise come from a balance. i get the feeling that its going to end anyways.

it does.

killing hours.

today.

not any less, not anymore.

never do things you need to for them. do the things you need to do for you.