(via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)

this vacillation back and forth I’m left in between, there is nothing to make clear of, or as a matter of fact, i’m just too confused to discern the valid from the outrageous, too tired to strenuously separate the truth from the deception. why bother when what holds today will not be so in the not so distant tomorrow - i’m but a creature wrapped in superficial skinning, concealing within intestines and organs that will soon be detached and put away in a garbage bag by my embalmer. it’s liquidity, and volatile like how the time simply slips right through my mindless faith, carving a line of age across my numbed face.

at times i really wonder why do i get to wake up from sleeping. don’t exhausted people deserve a longer break? can’t this world not call out for me and let me be in peace. and it’s one forty now, my mind’s submissively caving in again.

i laid down on the floor, stared at the spinning fan mounted up in the ceiling till my eye stung for a good while. the stop seemed improbable and unlikely. the split second i had to choose between opening or shutting my eyes, the frail yet firm pressure pushed its’ way gently on my eyes; as though besotted, it was like death was calling and i chose to leave. everything means nothing then, and even now.. i remain alone.. i burn in this warring factions of will and soul.