In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.
We're so afraid of insanity we drive ourselves insane.
Even English has become a gamble, I don't know what constitutes English anymore.
We all know tomorrow will still happen even if we cease to exist.
There is nothing more miserable than seeing endless darkness even when there is light.
If I look back into the past my whole life has been a quest for belonging.
I think before I try convincing everyone else, I need to convince myself of the change.
Finding inspiration is a tough thing to do.
Now that I have seen rock bottom, I am not afraid of it any more.