2:30

This is the worst ice cream in the world.

Tears rolling into my mouth amalgamating with the delicacy.

So this is what mourning tastes like.

-Revelations 21:4.

Sunday Driving Blues.

Awake with Hunger, in need of Clothes.

Apathetic and Distant.

Believe for Two hours.

Melancholy shortly follows.

Headphones on.

Drive,

and Hope that you can escape Yourself.

Sunday; insignificance.

Tomorrow; distraction.

-"A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts."

Circle.

The sea will forever remain blue, beautiful and tainted, by the grievous things below,

and childhood isn't as colorful as I recall.

My heroes are snorting blow and beating up good guys,

and I can't find God in the television set.

I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

I continue to scratch the surface until there is no surface left.

The days aren't going by faster and I'm not changing,

I'm merely realising, that life is bigger than me.

People, are bigger than me.

The abnormality is replaced with fear, then replaced with reasoning.

This is exactly how everyone said it would be.

Never have I felt more angry, confused, joyous, aloof, intelligent, and insignificant.

I paint the sky with my emotions, and the floor with my desires.

When I grow up, I don't want to be free,

and I realise now, that there's nothing more I can ask for, besides mediocrity.

-"The universe is neither hostile nor friendly; it is simply indifferent."