melancolie
too occupied to see random people
a collaboration of vanity and emptiness
looking down on these
creatures of boredom
congratulation, Mr Somebody
i wish i could take a pencil
draw some memories
swap them with the old ones
endlessly
there would be no empty pages in my
deformed mind
there are so many uppermost thoughts coming to me night after night
i feel like i spent hours in another reality
helplessness
why am i fooling myself?
it's obviously evanescent
a roar of the crowd
is a violence for pleasurable silence