crossed_road_trip.

readers.

Ever reached a state confusion. a state of inner non-stop emo state. effusive non-ending.
funny, but it was brought upon by some joys. and of course some urgh! routines.

does not help, that i diagnosed myself recently, that my terminal illness is not in remission. thought that it has paused for a while, but it hadn't. sad, but clock's ticking.

---eggy---

and now. somehow. at kinda tippin point. to go or not. to re-start or not. on bed, sometimes awashed in midst of thought adventures, hues plainer then the Tiffany's blue. i can smile.

some sparks remained, some died. some came unexpectedly and of course, my fingers are burnt. but these pains, alives' me. and my fingers itch to rock my red guitar again. moolah to get a new amp. and stomp boxes, of course, remains a limiter. like a speed limiter.

Muse:
wonder why they put 'slow' on the roads that motorists are to go slow?
i mean, do they meant to jeer at the drivers...like You are SLOW...with a jeerin tone.
thats why i speed often. safely though.

despite all my rage, still a rat in a cage.
                                                   - the smashing pumpkins.

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