but all roads lead the same another person a another version i find anonymous to me

Like a cold weather but i cant bother

words that have no meaning trying to hold on to something so seeming

feels so simple and strange

is it abandonment or loneliness?

isalotion i think slowly drives me away like a summer shower

they get harder and harder to desribe no form of familiarity
to this mortality

but i weep and beg it gets better and worse but all leads the same

thats the beauty in life there is no pattern to memorize
its pure rage hate pride, happiness
the world so unfamiliar filled with bliss