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I guess everything just evaporates into the nothingness
The superficiality of life-being alive is just a false hope.
The memories fade
The excitement dies
The happiness takes to evanescence
It all in the core of sadness
If it wasn’t for this
We would never wake up in the morning
Hoping to find something that would
Probably would
Help us go closer to this ideal state of happiness
If it wasn’t for the earth we would never aim the skies
Its all in the process
Its all about the stagnation of life
It is all about standing there in the rain and feeling small
So small that you wish you would melt and disappear
But still you would stand there disgusting yourself
That you can not escape this stillness
That silence that mocks you
The past that you can not let go of
The coffee you have everyday
And knowing how exactly it would tingle
Every corner of your mouth and how
But still you will indulge drown yourself in it
The first step is always curiosity
After that its pure indulgence
Like the waves of the sea
Like the first cut on your body
Like the first blow of the trust
Then we learn to laugh at it
In the mirror, in your eyes,
Disapperence, Stagnation, Monotony….