ramblings

You can't feel emotion if you haven't died thoroughly, if the bloodstains don't represent a lifeline of failures scattered in your pocket. They would tell you to keep on moving until you get through, but they don't understand. Hope is an empty well in the middle of a desert and all the positive thoughts in the world won't fill it up. Look right and left and right and left when you cross roads, but whether you go or stop still in the middle of the road with heavy traffic behind you can only be your choice.

Don't fall behind - release the clutch and crush the gas, the only way out is forward.

Dead-ends and philosophy can't match moments to realism and people don't stop on sidewalks to define life. Everything is a catastrophe, a puzzle to fix and all we can do is look for reasons to avoid them. The same cliché phrases and the most outdated greetings are not familiar - they sting nerves and and plaster love in the first layer, but like when pressed wood meets water, it all cracks and deteriorates until nothing is left but the ugly core.

They say it has to get worse before it gets better, but you're glued to the storms and lugging bricks to build walls around you. Creating loneliness is easy; a simple subtraction - but detachment is an equation that runs off the edge of the page like a song that has no ending. Claustrophobia is not a good enough excuse.

The cold air is coming and you're not ready. You can't change colors; you can't adapt or improvise out of an empty stage. The audience doesn't decrease - it doubles and multiplies. Stop racing across crooked roads when there's nothing to run from except yourself.

And that's all you really have.