like the smoke that slivers out of the mouth of a dying cigarette, we dance and sway to the current that carries the hope of redemption.
we dodge and deny the pain of reality, we bathe and swim through the waters of ignorance, defying the truth that we will all perish in the same poison that cradles us.
we sing songs of regret, ignoring the laws of both time and rationality, we utter poems of trust and betrayal, write memories of what used to be.
we struggle inside the hourglass of our profane existence, with our mouths we catch the sands of time, wishing and praying it will satisfy the ultimate Hunger.

do we stop?
where do we proceed?
is this the right direction?
can we endure the perils of this road?
for how long?

do we still have our reasons?
can we justify the means if we know what the end has in store for us?
how can we be certain that the light that we see is really at the end of the tunnel?
how can we be sure that there is an end?


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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