Lazy from C-Z

One day you will probably have a lot of questions about life, about me, about everything in general. There will be happy days, there will be sad days, there will be days when you feel like you just want to bury everything to the ground. You will have to live through it, harness it, mould it however way you want. It is unfortunate that I cannot be there for you, but I am always with you, as you are always with me. Sometimes I feel the same, and there are times when the weight of everything else shoulders upon you indiscriminately, and you and I are wanting to break free. I want you to understand very clearly that you mean so much to me even if everything and everyone else tell you otherwise. You have been the rock that has rested forever in my heart for all the days to come. I want you to know and understand that nothing in our life was ever made in spite. I want you to remember and remember well, just as your name suggests. When we look back to the days, we tend to remember only the th...

if the steps were light will it carry me to some sweet serenity if the wind was right will it parry me from worse anomaly if the moon at night will bury me in furthest obscurity if the joys were on sight will it finally be lulled from fantasy if the morrow's fight will marry me with flights of fancy if the end was bright will be destiny soon I will be free to be a body in the universe maybe a galaxy to be truly free maybe a million miles away but very free

The hours while away, drifting ashore, one foot over the other, nails callously disengaged, protruding, rough. This is my suicide run. Or, more succinctly, my suicide walk . There is only one possible way to do this. All or nothing. Life or death. Fuck the odds. Death it is.

The world is callous and unkind; tt could benefit massively from a cosmic factory settings reset, and yet somehow somewhere somewhen I feel like the same wave that has been undulating all throughout my life remains unfazed by the goings on around us, somehow unperturbed by petty human endeavours, and now I wallow in self-pity once more knowing that nothing ever changes. Absolutely nothing at all.