9 May 2012
The night brings a haze.. Sticky, humid and bugging. A haze which brings out our raw self, Where all but the strong, fall in hopelessness.
A haze which makes me ask out, Why do any of us exist? Why does the universe persist? What purpose does existence serve, When somehow, we have been cursed to feel?
The television flickers, The curtains blow.. The dark of the night, Seems to grow lighter in shade. Madness, after all... Just needs a little push.
Opuss № I