headcollision

The last of the beginning and the dawn of a sunrise. A unavoidable point wherein i have to accept what is there and what is gone. What is there to begin with if you don't feel that its there? Braising myself from the forecasted disaster that is going to happen. It wasn't a storm. The shivering cold that embraces the already numb innards. My teeth grate and my heart turned to a pulp as it all sinks in. After the aftershock it would be empty again. Fate recedes the tampering of what is at bay. I cant have everything after all. I'll win some and lose a lot. Maybe im meant to be this way. Made to falter one way or another. I want to make everyth

The days that seem to linger as each moment passes and gives unending thought the the things that are mere dreams and things that may happen or if were to happen. Bound by the bonds that break and binds that fold. I don't know what's par and what's the jest to the inevitable. Seeking for a piece of mind and an answer to the beckoning of my thoughts. I am left unguarded to the troubles that the present bring. What future it may hold. If there were to be a future. I dunno wether to give up or give in. To seek what is logical and what is beyond explanation to the actions that were to be done. What is irrational and what is reasonable. Pain is

When all the work has payed off, all the debts payed and all things said and done what is there and what is not? A belief of unending struggle for something to be found. A redemption of failed emotions that scatter all over the unparalleled universe. Thoughts wind up on my head, thesis is done.. Graduation is coming.... People are leaving..  Work wants me to devote myself in it... Friends are gonna disappear as well... Everything is uncertain in month's time... What i have is now.. Cant that be enough? Can i have no worries of the future that i have to deal with, decisions to make and problems to solve? Its all in the hiding... My alter-ps