I have reached the point in my life where I feel nothing but bleakness. Waking up to screeching alarms and staring into the mirror at an estranged, deformed reflection. Silently trudging amid the hustling crowd where no one would notice I would be just the way I want to be. I breathe in meticulously not to make a single sound. I watch the world drift by brushing my skin. As I remain still and solitary in this ever moving world. P.S. Happy Birthday Ken, Happy Birthday cw.
You'll never be lovelier than you are now.