What is love? The most used cliche in human history.
The lights keep fading, i keep running towards them. Whats happening, its really hard to tell, especially under the influence of loneliness and an ambiguity about your own self beliefs and the fact that the way you look at others is constantly under the microscope. Maybe not the later one but definitely the former one.
Ive been living a life which has adapted itself to an acceptance of any measures. Things have been blown out f proportions and thus my proportions have increased. There was a that lack of love i could feel, that void in my life. But, in my humble opinion, God has been too too kind towards. Not only did he not provide me the valium, but also he gave me strength to grow up and live without its need. But who would have thought, my life would be intertwined with an addict?
Is there a life after death, because there's definitely not one before it. its just the watch that youre looking at and waiting for its hands to acquire a position many years down the line, many years if youre lucky and have good eating habbits, that may prove to be your last look at a clock ever. funny?
Do i sound suicidal? to whom is actually the question. No One... is the answer. Exactly. Theres no one.
