“Insincerity masked as maturity is toxicity.”

Forever is timeless, time changes everything, a forever battle against time.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

You surrender to instantaneous instincts then mourn over becoming a slave.

At times this thought makes me arid, if the vibe was mutual, why is this reminiscence one sided.

Don’t tell me to not daydream. That’s the only place where I live and don’t think.

What more is loneliness if not the longing to be understood? The longing to be understood by the self.

Look at us. Always choosing devastation followed enlightenment over spoon fed lessons.

Are disappointing patterns just patterns only? Or are they a mockery of your stupidity?

You hypnotize yourself with memories that were meant to be forgotten, then wonder why destiny never favors you.

Because I have seen a rare kind of peace in the eyes of loners. Because I have heard whispers of battles of the accompanied.

Transient emptiness over irreparable brokenness.

Falling for superficial costs depth its entire existence.

Is it a loss that is still present? Or a presence that seems to be lost?

How is it that the colors don’t seem colorful anymore? How is it that the child in me wants to live yet keeps dying more and more?

And maybe at the end, it’s not about the loss or victory but the moments in which, we put all the efforts into something.

Not all homes are meant to be lived in. Some are meant to be abandoned. Some burnt.

Be a patriot. Wear a mask.

For the people that I love I only have one face but for some people we can’t have one face.

It takes skill to be real. Time to heal each other.

The worst crime is faking it.

I’ve always believed that a lot of the trouble in the world would disappear if we were talking to each other instead of about each other.

The trouble with a mask is it never changes.

Masks are so cool.

The COVID-19 pandemic is a humanitarian disaster. Please wear a mask.