as you many know, this blog has been here since my adolescence. since the start of all the drinking, partying, juggling and rage.

and as some people are acquainted with, the crazy musings of a probably unsafe mind.

i let out more than id like, but i dont really thing that makes sense right now.

unpoetic, the words said speaking something hiding in plain sight

the paradox a simple tool in which people stop caring and 

its just like he said

"when its a dream sequence, the audience believes everything you say."

why do i blog?

i dont know. even with every single piece of social media (which is fast becoming a social obligation, if you ask me [which i am unable to break free off, right now])

its impersonal, and unprivate to the people who dont really care.

the stench of alcohol on my breath

and the cloud of disillusion on my soul.

i guess the past has been strange, 

always led by the fact that i thought i could get anything i wanted.

i thought i could Be anything i wanted.

maybe so. but not apparent at this point of time.

mellow as i may be

wine tastes best 

and sweat trickles down

my furrows.

art today, it was refreshing, looking at somebody's work.

at my own pace and with a slowness of being.

any more writing, and id spoil it.

i need to get new earphones.