I just hope everyone's doing well, wherever they and you guys are.
Often times I think towards the future and wonder where everyone in my life will be in a year or 5, maybe even 10.
People would have moved on, passed away or maybe even stayed by then.
We'll scatter like leaves when the winds blow by, it's what I know.
Reflected and found I'm a pretty hollow guy, with little to show.
My tears are not dry, I'm just too tired to cry and too uncaring to die in a ditch, no matter how I flip the switch.
My anger has all burned away, leaving me with no 'real' crises.
And yet I've never found much joy on a day-to-day basis.
Like dimming stars in the night, the scattered joy in my life,glittering in frames.
Each so distant, a delight, an old sight yet I feel strife, like it rains.
For the anons of /MANS/ I have some advice I'd like to give. Cherish what you have as you breathe and live. Nothing is eternal.
I wanted to vent a little but it became a rap instead. I'm a fool. Vesoji, out.
Post your late night tracks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1WlHRukTUg 