oh procrastination, what a dear friend of mine

honestly, i feel like a pile of warm sluggish mud whose future will be, a pile of warm sluggish mud. not that i know how that really feels like but rhetorically speaking, i feel like that right now. and it is not a very dandy feeling.

this morning's realisation

this morning i woke up and ventured into a known and yet unfamiliar neighborhood, looking for nothing, only to discover that we were all born into endless suffering and persistent sadness of a sort.

mixed emotions

i want the ocean right now.