*Being and Nothingness*
The clock reads 4:21:03 pm. With a coffee in one hand, I am typing my way to nonexistence. My sleeping soul is dying for something complicated to ponder upon. She weeps, for nothing in this four-cornered room is worthy of any attention.
For once, I want to be delighted by simple unhibited things. Murmurs from two lovers, the whiplash of the ocean. How I love the ocean, I say to myself. So calm yet restless in its entirety, the sound and scent of the ocean like an aphrodisiac to my frigid being.Can anyone get so lonely without reason? Can anyone feel so free yet so constricted? Maybe its just me, maybe its just the caffeine talking. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
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