Blacking out the friction

Just living it out till the printed expiry date, like yoghurt and robots.
Visited the Tisarana monastery out in the hills the other morning after a day/ night of blasphemy 








 In a period where I can't discern sane thoughts from irrational, trivial feelings. A whirlwind of love, hope, insecurity and trust. Unsure if adolescence is a long, hinging face that is gradually peeling off. The parts that remain are still influential for the paranoia and confusion that runs through. About everything.











A long sleep where one exists but only by the people that are watching you sleep. You don't exist to yourself.

Lose yourself.





Does it count if you're already lost? But lost, lost from what? Are you finding something?
I decided that coincidences don't happen for a reason. All it pre-determines are feelings. Feelings that have been dormant, and once mattered. Coincidences trigger these feelings, and this leads to nothing but bleak realisations that the world spins around more than one person. All it leads to are feelings of hoping and waiting for something with meaning to come around and live with you.


No warmth