Void.

Imagine a day:

The dawn of a new morning, a new sun.

I am long, medium, or short.

There is something…

Card

To be promised is to foretell   Of a lie that will forever be falsehood

Buzzing chatter fills the chilled carriage. I exit the public transport — going home… pulling out my wallet, the ruler of all, my card…

It disgusts me. The blue demon.

A midlife crisis at the age of 20. Does that denote to the truth itself?

Nothing, to the eyes of the masses.

The beginning meets the end,

the Parklife stirred as the Girls Who Like Boys stayed Under The Bridge…