(0111) a casualty suffered in the fight for survival

not impressed with what i've done. it feels like all i do is run away from staring at the sun while trying to stay young. in between what i've lost and what i still have to lose. i look around in an unbridled fashion. my life is a train-wreck waiting to happen.

fast forward two years or so. betrayed by my own imagination. i'm realizing i am more real than i thought i was.

the lights are falling from the ceiling, but i don't notice.