It's hard living day to day. I've come to a point of time where everything does not make sense. Such simple actions such as replying a friend to deciding what to wear. As i sit and stare at the passing headlights overhead zipping past, I can only ponder about everything. How did it all degrade to such an extent? The memories of us are as vivid as ever. We had fun just hanging out and having small talk. Fast forward and here we are again, individually.
I have lost all will to walk. I would rather make sense of this dizzy world by standing in the center of it all as it tears me apart rather then chase after it.

Have you ever felt so desperate? have you ever felt so dense inside?
Everything turns grey and desolate, everything feels weathered and fragile
Everyone you thought you loved, took you for a ride in a city called 'fucked'
And smashed through your dreams, head first down a one way street, singing
'I don't know where things went wrong for me', amidst nightmares by the fucking
Sea, dancing at thirty three, wishing desperately for clarity
And this isn't how I pictured me, afraid to grow into the man I aspired to be
Everyday, this is why events unnerve me.