I detest the life here. Because I know what it is to come.

It is exhausting.

It feels like just a shutter would cause an impending destruction of the universe. Too quiet things are. Do you have a trump card to save your soul?

What is your worth. This question resonates.

A flutter of a butterfly brought forth such a wrath.

Time moved. So did I.

A different frame and perspective. Many yesterday's have passed and I am still looking forward to all my tomorrow's. Where we were planted to begin didn't allow any us a say. But where we end is ours to orchestrate.

My guitar still lies silently near me. Four walls have changed.

We knew. The intensity in the atmosphere.
Pardon my cowardice.

I have lost both written words in mind and paper.

Fatal frames.

I strip myself bare as I peal off these worldly titles. I have lost my mind.

That box you so often described... I've walked out yet so very naked.

I have stopped writing for quite some time now.

Some things... have changed.

Nothing stays the same.

I'll be back soon.