just another day *

it's another day.
where the same old story plays.
and it's just another stone cold day.

i guess it doesnt matter.
when you're so helpless,
and the life you're given is in a mess.

those silent voices.
and those faceless figures in my dreams.
i cant figure them out,
like how i cant figure my life out.




i was dreaming last night.

in my mindless space
silent voices wake
and speak no good or worth
i feel no gravity.
just pain.
then numbness.

another promise broke
another empty stroke
then i fall headfirst

the sharpness of it captures me.
slowly i escape.
and i release the pain,
as i watch the blood,
such beautiful redness,
taking my pain away.
dripping out of me.
dribbling in uncertain paths.
just like how im uncertain about myself.

and i feel the gravity once again.

i was proof reading meanie's motivation paper the other day.
self-mutilation.
maybe that's why i dreamt of that.

i woke up w 3 mozzie bites on my left palm.

maybe that was the blood that i lost.

yes. i realised im incoherent.
it's normal.