flux

Grasping at the

one last thing that

might begin to validate everything I am…

but exposure can kill 

Dreams

Ideals

h o p e…

The riff that I’m playing on 

my life

is tantamount to

silence.

there’s a point one will reach

that split second realisation

that the problem had to be

them,

not everyone else.

This purgatory,

Living in ones perspective while

dealing with reality

will turn angels into demons

but never

vice versa.

Everything points to the ending

I should have expected:

even the actors

have it written on their faces

long before they picked up their scripts.

I was the one,  time and again,

who kept selling this dream

and buying into this high

when I fucking knew better.