Some days I try
Some days I dwell
Some days I laugh
Some days I'm just numb
Why is not feeling so appealing?
Why is it all so tedious and trying?
Why is escaping so enchanting?
Why is it so captivating yet why do we- I- still continue searching?
Why can't moments last forever...because we won't last forever?
Is that it?
Because we have to MOVE
We have to GROW
We have to LIVE our so-called lives
Hnn
What is MY problem?
Nothing.
And everything.
What am I complaining about?
Still nothing...
Still everything.

I'm scared?
Is that another 'it' ?
I'm uncertain...
And I don't like it, not at all.
I want to cut off the flow of thoughts...
Where they're leading would only give me another headache because they would lead to questions and those questions I know, wouldn't have answers...
Not until I make them,
Not until someone makes them up...


I love dark-themed stuff. The kind that have a certain air of mystery around it...of intrigue, of a uniqueness like no other. Something rare that would disturb others yet still make others feel alive- if only for a flitting moment....

Its pretty...my idea of pretty that is not at all the common and sweet kind of 'pretty'

It's unhealthy to some extent...I know but who cares, time's too short and circumstance, too unpredictable.

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