Lazy from C-Z

The dominoes are starting to turn, blacks over whites, and I find myself smack-dabbed in the middle of it all. Where it leads and where it hurts, come what may. A little bit of satisfaction will only delay parts of the inevitable, considering where I am in the current stage of my life comparatively with others, and in a few days I will hit the hardest hitting half-life of my life. We all were born for this anomaly, and sometimes you just wake up to this realisation and there is not much to be done about it. The best method of cure for madness is stoic self-care, at the risk of everything else. People have been asking me to love myself, well here it is. This may be our last chances to ever grace each other's vicinity, and there will be times in life wherein not speaking to someone for the rest of our lives is a form of self-care.

Somewhere out there there is a light that never goes out, and in the midst of that special space is where I need to be. I do not care if this is metaphorical or intangible or illusory, I would rather live in a dreamscape and bury myself in perpetual virtual bliss.

A fix for the longing unburdened by desire War of hearts and minds wind up in a fleeting pyre; Restless beginnings  lead to broken end The cure for nostalgia will be a decade-long bend.