Fear. Why is it this place is full of it, shouldn’t I feel safe?
Anger. Where is it all coming from? Won’t it just go away
Colors. Shouldn’t they be vibrant? Why do they look so dull.
Energy. There’s none here now. Wouldn’t it be easier to just sit and fade?


Time. Why does it move so slowly? And why did It move so fast then?
Health. It doesn’t seem as important. There’s no reason why it would be.
Erotic. How is it that something so important is dull. Perhaps it needs more time.

Friends. They come and go. You only need a few ones to stay.
Absolute. Does not exist. If you want something definite then plan for death.
Cynical. Awkward how it sneaks up on you. I don’t like this feeling.
Track. I don’t think my life ever had one. Maybe I destroyed it early on.
Sadness. Really is just a normal thing. I guess it makes me strong if I’ve lived with it.

Face The Facts.

The only luck I’ll have come with things not worth mentioning.