after awhile, maturity just seems to set in. just tired of playing all the immature games, tired of the selfishness. all that is real is what is in my touch. all one can touch are inanimate. love to be able to touch another's thought, but the arms don't reach that way.
daily reminder of how shit short life is. to think the better part of a quarter of life is now wasted. at least all the thoughts have left it here.
think it's time to ink up and forget.
feelings are dying, care is dying. machine like. input, process, output. feedback. too tired to fight for anything. dreams are what death left behind, as a trail to the end.
look at life through a lens of a backwards clock.
international lifeline. say hello to the new, and wave goodbye to the old. fades away like a decayed flower. beautifully sad.
once fulfilled, now an empty shell.
thank you
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