i could get you
It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south. — J.D. Stroube, Caged In Darkness ———— september ended, am i awake yet? am i woke? or am i crumbling away at the thought of mortality. i thought i was stronger. i thought that i thought existence didnt matter. we're all matter that just dont matter. we dissipate and fade away. nihilistic dreams and uncontrollable streams of colourless liquid dripping down staining the cheeks. the stain of pain of accepting mundane. my world no longer revolves around me. oh what a disdain. self sacrificial self mutilating pain is it really? because i let go of regrets yet i still get reminded of pain again it has happened again these thoughts this train of sentiments i might faint. oh dont be dramatic you’re thinking too much again. insane you're not strong enough to be sane. im awake now with this lament. ...
