let it burn

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appreciate
silence.

allow me to rant in my peace.

i was angry at myself. i hate the way i allow things to happen to me.

control, is the only thing that i have left, to decide, to live, to cry or to shout.

i lack control over myself, then what am i now?

an empty vessel floating in the void of the earth.

being pushed around by impulse.

triggered by the absense of life,

or when every matter turns stagnant or simply ran out of its purpose.

perhaps allowing myself to lose myself is the only way to feel alive.

stamp'd 01:17

Friday, August 11, 2006