Daydream

Let it loose. Feel.

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I didn't bother to listen because I knew, it's beyond my capability. And say, which words coming out from home-freak heads I could buy? You'd break. I'd break. We'd all break. Bunch of fragilities tying each other's knots like an idiot. Build a glass-house from shatters. And blood.

You all would fall, you fool.

Don't bother to promise. Don't bother to believe.

Don't even bother to take a minute, an hour, a day, a month to consider all of it at all.

Til you slowly crumble by yourself.

Til you have nothing more to tell. Til you have nothing more to prove. Til you have nothing more to embrace within you. Til you have nowhere to go. Til you have nothing. It's basically a null.

It's no longer between you and you. When you realize, you're no longer standing on your own feet. Your place now is no longer safe. All you want is to head home while you're being all doubtful. Hopping from this to that station, facing all the dead roses you're going to be sick about yet still crave for more the next day.

Endless loop. Welcome.