this is the best time to write, when things are not going so well for me. inside me is a sea in turmoil, except try imagining it in the middle of a dark night without a single light.
outside of me you can notice how empty my eyes are if you really pay attention. probably it's my discontentment for reality. it's just vanity after all. everything has the same worth.
there are no exceptions. i want to escape from it all. there is a way. i don't want to be another jonah. where's my big fish?
maybe if i try harder i will forget bridges exist. and if i forget, the feeling goes with it. i won't have to keep turning my head to every direction. maybe i could smile wider and laugh my heart out.
i am not immortal. i am invincible. nothing can hurt me. it's a grand illusion of a special ability. i am an army of one. they keep firing at me. i keep charging at them with a sword. one by one their luck ran out. i was not too ecstatic. it's just another predictable day.
i keep blocking my thoughts. some thoughts fade slower. silly me.