violating101

I'm not willing to go along with mediocrity. As I have had a look on beauty it is a logical consequence to  keep on struggling with resignation.  Keep on struggling 'caus of the dim ray behind the wall of shelter that is turning into a bright and shining gloss. Listening to the melody of life that is chanting in an optimistic voice:                          There's a beautiful view.                          From the top of the mountain.                          Every morning I used to walk towards the edge                          to throw little things off, but not anymore.                          I can stay inside as it seems

It's more than useless to ask this question right now, isn't it? I have no fockin' clue if I should rather handle my papers or myself. It's so much easier to pretend than living wholeheartedly. At least it was, if I hadn't had a look on beauty...

Sitting in my living room without knowing what has been going on. My tongue moves scatterbrained around its environment not knowing where the missing base has gone. I can taste the rusty flavour feel the hole that's left behind. A bleeding basin damageable by a tiny touch and still -  it had to be...