negativebliss

Its 9:50 on a monday night...

seconds pass as I focus my eyes on a few random words, I pause as I drift into a daydream... what is this illusion we call perfection...? the direction we fall to the ground, what is the method that we hope to acheive, why are we standing at all?

for another second, it settles... a shower of thoughts....
i'm am not happy nor am i sad...
fill me up to the rim of my glass...
cheers to future...without denying it again...
rewind, press play then start over again...

its 10 PM the night will awake...