-we ride the short bus to oblivion.

You are all at fault. Every single last one of you. Here I am writing a lettter to the past generation, but so what? What they did was unforgivable, a mockery of the human spirit. They made us ashamed to be who we are; seeking truth became an ostracisable offense. At the moment of existence one enters an agreement with God, Mother Nature, Science; what have you. Inevitably, we renege on this contract, but theres always Hell to pay. We are left in the dark, fumbling, trying to connect hands. We are left collecting flowers in a graveyard. We are left. Innocently enough, we believed that we were bettering as a collective whole. We weren't bettering. Inconceivable, tell it to the streets that we were bettering as a human race. You'd get laughed at right in your face. No, what we were doing was evolving. I can't wait until we reach the pinnacle of evolution. From there it's all downhill, tumbling, bumbling idiots.

nx slxxp

For too long now have I been sleeping my life away. A warm lethargy has taken hold of all areas of my waking life. Apathetic indifference stole its way into my demeanor. I've traded in the hours of sunlight for the obscure hours of night for months on end. Daily schooling that is forced upon me leaves me too tired to learn what I need to learn, to tired to understand what I need to make me happy. Everybody is subject to this torment. Everybody I know is confused. The way a person reacts to this setup is sometimes different; I've seen no good come of this defense mechanism. Indifference is a common reaction. The world goes on, but I come home, and go to sleep. Forget about what I could be experiencing outside, I can fast forward to the night, where not a soul is stirring and thinking is possible in absentia of stimuli. That is what soothes and regenerates the soul. A steady city clamor lays in unhealthy contrast. To be in existence, is to be unhealthy no matter which way you put it. Self preservation is impossible  no doubt, so we need to make the most out of each conscious moment. Lethargy smothers motivation and drive and fatally lessens the person who we are meant to be. Here I am offered the only feasible option: keep those eyes open, take all of it in, don't let any of it out.

-okay, maybe not so dwindling.

-dwindling storm.

-stars are only in the sky, so nothing gets to my head.

by the time I fall off, I'll probably be dead.