"Rise up from that tomb of failures and clear your eyes, so you may know the wonders of life once more."

it hurts to smile

the sound of rain can't heal me now

not anymore

alas what is this despair that poisons my veins

"Murderous looks keeping each other in check When I turned around after running for a long time I had lost my innocence and become a villain No one will forgive me" - Zico

i wonder why i'm so fascinated by slow motion
to see figures people life
snap back rewind time move gracefully in air as if it were water. a thicker viscosity. a more beautiful art.
but of course more agony. strain.
frustration.
is this fear?

because i can't stand that crash. the fleeting speed of time.
so i stare at the crash test see the airbag slowly blossom right before
death

and with each light follows the shadow
i can delude myself but now with longer time to stare at my demise
inevitably fated for this swing of motion yet i can't escape

crashing
i don't see my airbag
do i need it? do i want it? will it ever come and will it save me...

from what though.

save me from what.

...
in the end i don't know
in the end isn't this just all in my mind
in the end doesn't all of this not exist?