Emptiness

It feels so hollow, the heart, that should be brimming with life. In another time, another place, perhaps this void might be filled. But not now, not here. Not me.


The days just grow longer, taunting me, mocking me. The body is weak, and the mind is no longer willing. For what just cause should I move on?


When will it all end?

This day in history

A pretty eventful few weeks. But I'd rather keep my happiness within right now. =)


Oh yeah. Happy Birthday!


Another oh yeah. This day two years ago, Liverpool won their 5th European Cup. =(

Imperfectness

A sudden surge of imperfectness jolts him back to reality. The land of dreams never did exist, just the sordid facts of his life.


How he wished that dreams were his reality. To touch, feel, smell, the perfectness he dreams of. But these are just apparitions to his poisoned mind, merely mocking every fibre of his being. Leading him on, only for him to awake to the sickening stench that is his very existence.


This is the somber state of his life. As it is mine.