“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?”

But we are all fake people telling each other to be our real selves.

Not everything that bothers us is a problem, not everything that comforts us is the solution.

Every attachment is naturally temporary. It is made permanent by conscious thinking – sticking to moments and replaying memories.

The peak of intensity is numbness not emotionless.

Because sometimes the value lasts only as long as the distance does.

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.