loneliness

Sometimes I think it is quite ironic to feel lonely. We are born alone into this world, we experience the world alone and we will die alone. We have been predestined to function in solitary confinement, and yet the feeling festers. It is all a big joke really.

new years

A new year brings new prospects. But it feels old and tired at the same time. The celebrations hearld in something new and yet it is a ritual that has been perfomed over and over to the point of futility. What is the point of embracing the new when it is so determined to be welcomed in through repetition?

on youthful dreams

Sometimes I wish I could die young. Then I would forever believe in what I currently feel to be true. I am stubborn in this way.