Eventually all th gritty, little details caught my eyes &instinctively set its footprints all over my heart.
I grow obliged day by day, despite being more existentially irritable, I could slowly regard life as a seed. My own seed. It seemed that I had tried to outfox it; to question the nature of presence everytime they decided to be my long-term company. Taught to believe in causality, this was what doubt had a hold on me; life didn't really work well with karma, instead they prefer making rules of their own game. But I know all the rules, I just didn't know who else does. I didn't know whether we're supposed to play by the rules because it doesn't offer the sedation I was looking for.
Living in the moment, they provide you with temporary pleasures, ones that overtire you just by accepting them. Having wanting the impending future itself, is starting to taste so sweet. Hell to what I have now, or what I don't. Life's starting to make sense, but sometimes I like them, senseless. Whatever it is, I wish you were here. You guys too.


p.s Referring to no one.