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Fall, Hard. #24

falling; failing, is a norm; is a reality, difficult to grasp; unable to accept. we fall more than we get up; we fall more than we grow up; we fall more than we learn. every time falling down teaches us... Continue Reading →

re: sense four #23

meaning; purpose of life changes, alternates between the realities that we live in. what do i actually want in life? what is the purpose of this life? there is no definite answer it changes from time to time. as we... Continue Reading →

define catharsis #22

a therapy a way when there is no way a real talk a relationship with God a place to vent i did this all because i had no one i chose no one to help me out of this hell... Continue Reading →

catharsis reasoning #21

the artificial lights were superficial. i saw me glaring blankly into the pixelated screens i looked dumb stupid, idiotic, as i did nothing to stop my life from being taken away by the social media giants. cross-legged, i was still... Continue Reading →

catharsis vision 20#20

a modern desperado even subtle, co-existing with your phone. this is so sad that i realised this after so long. i can do much, much more than i could if i do not have my phone. it has been a... Continue Reading →

re: question #19

"Why do you spend so much time on your phone?" I don't know, I just feel like it. "Is it worth the time?" No, I know. "Do you really know?" . "Do you acknowledge that you are wasting time?" Probably,... Continue Reading →

re: addicted #18

why. why. my. my. i am back in this state the state where hope and dreams are pixelated. the instantaneous escapes, the immediate gratifications, the almost too real life that is present in front of your very eyes locked in... Continue Reading →

re: addict #17

Recovering from darkness, Welcomed by flashy lights i surmised foolishly that the battle has ended but in fact everything just restarted from the starting point. the blinding lights are tempting me to walk into its direction little did i know... Continue Reading →

re: sense three #16

Breathing in The intensity of the situation, The wastes of my time, The dread of my mess. Taking in, Collected. Breathe in... ... ... .. . Breathe out... ... ... ... ... ... .. .. . Breathe. "Now." "we need... Continue Reading →

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