Low and Dryhe doesnt really get whatever is happening around him. his feelings attained a certain illusion, and they get suppressed the more time passes. With a lifetime of inexperience, he wonder where does the road lead him to. Watching as the world revolves around him, he sits alone in his chair.there is a story to be written, whether the words are constantly repeating, or just a single word. the story often gets erased, either by mental will, or the sheer power of rejection. but it comes back, with the single same plot, the same cliche, the same characters, and the same stage. everything repeats itself constantly, and there is nothing he can do about it. there was a child once, who was carefree and often ran alone into the blue sky and wished he was the great big man that he would grow up to be. the child ran but fell, and the hole doesnt seem to end. there is a torrent waiting to be screamed out, but there is nobody there to listen. nobody wants to listen anyway. Thinking about it, there was actually a single time when he let loose. Everything that he has never understood about life, everything that he has kept inside were all released, and that person understood, and watched and comforted as he cried out his frustrations. It was a good moment. It was the right moment. But for fear, there might never be another of such a moment. Justin ranted at 10:24:00 pm on the |