Noise-less

Car stereo broke down. I'm upset. I'll hit the low soon, for sure.

Quit ciggies. First time in 5 years I took quiting seriously.

Why? Most will ask.

It's more of I find no motivation in it anymore rather than motivated to quit.

That's pathetic.

My life is fucking pathetic.

Yet, to the rest, everything is alright.

That's even more pathetic.

Fucking pathetic.

Guess i'm patheticly fucked!

Still

I am paralysed as I am only standing still. I feel the waves of time washes by, sand gathering round the toes. Day by day I still wonder why I haven’t moved, as my heavy feet slowly get buried. I am paralysed for can’t see. I am blinded by the lights and thus lay the dim roads beyond. I am silent for my words don’t matter. I am lost for I haven’t found a worthy cause.