today
Late nights I sit and watch the world try to entertain me. I choke my lungs with cigarettes and burn the ashes out in an old green coffee cup. Arrogance in it that I find that I want my life to have meaning. Trivial is the fact that love is what comes out of it. Isolation is the only best thing, and selfish thoughts only fuel my ambitious further. I have lost friends due to time and separation, and I have lost friends because of death and stupidity. Darkness looms over me, and the songs of the past makes me feel older and the same. Tragically my mind slips further away again.