reminiscence

“The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.”

Hopeless Romantic they‘d say and hopeless I was quickly becoming

“When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.”

“I’m nobody / or too much of everybody”

“Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,”

“this dark is cold, and I distinctly remember back there, still pulsing, the place where I left my sun.”