november.

Its strange how much your life changes after making one single decision. Once you decide that you don’t care any more; you feel numb, worthless and empty. If anything could go better it wouldn’t make but a meaningless dent in this strong fist of hate that you call life. You dream of all the times back when you were happy and nothing could phase you in your state of bewildered stargazed fashions. You try to think of better things but ‘happy’ just doesn’t exist any more. Walking helps ease the mind of painful troubles, darkness and wind with cold wet grass surrounding you with only the slow coiling voice repeating itself over in your twisted thoughts. I wish I could live but a day in the life of somebody else.