Lives Unheroic
Dedicated to all those souls destined to roam meaningless, but tamed to find purpose. It was on a rainy late night during a ride that I stopped by a road side shop only to smoke, think over indefinitely definite issues haunting for the last few weeks, and to be spaced out. Something sprouted, but unclear. Desperately wanted to booze. The day demanded it and I was convinced I deservd one. Being caught in a dilemma whether to go for it or not, I stayed non chalant and confused for hours staring at a no-star sky as if a kid was to choose between two distinct, yet fearful kinds of punishments. Every puff of smoke I inhaled kept a portion left inside when exhaled, metaphorical of the thoughts going in and out of mind. Everything around me started to mark their presence, except that I never noticed things I didn't want to. Nothingness, which span all throughout my life, has eventually begun to bloom into something, literally very big things I can't fathom. But what happened now....