For every ending, there would be the beginnings. In order for beginnings
to happen, you need luck/ chance. I guess it is stated somewhere that my luck
is slightly weird in the sense I would have to encounter a thousand and one
different paths (both weird, challenging and perhaps a little tilt-y).
They say another day means another new hope. But from my point of view, it’s pretty much the same. Hope is just like a piece of white paper; white, decent, difficult to caress and sometimes may be deathly. It looks promising but at the end of the day, won’t do any good. Therefore, stop hoping for something that is not bound to happen anytime soon – not likely.
Empty is another friendly word of the day. It seems this word has made its
recurring and consistent visit to this cranium skull of mine – pretty much
daily. The empty feeling is not likely to draw out the passion in you but it
sorts of sucks out the fun humane part of an individual leaving the hollow, void
and vacant spaces crammed with pervade sunken barren sentiment numbness.
