today is one of my personal apocalypses. the thought put off at the back, is now howling and running through my brain. because it’s all to waste. all effort, all hardship, all suffering and thinking and feeling. it’s all to waste. will burn and the ashes will be blown away. you put your suit and tie every morning, wasting chunks of your life. you lose a part of you with every step.
today is one of my personal apocalypses. and i’m raving and drooling, so don’t come near the madman.