Sometimes existence is a vague thing that you cannot catch up with.
Try to conquer this word by carrying on, but there are those narrow paths that makes you obnoxious, firmly compressing you underneath what you behold.
It is nothing but a profound awake of coexisting amongst others.
Yourself is already a blackness with bile, having though to be in the position of competing each other is a further downright useless depressing reality.
What is the worth of a body, none, soul is greater than what you can touch.
What is more to live for when your worth of a life seems an air you cannot grasp.
How can you describe nothing?
How can you describe hating something you do not know the reason for?
Wherever you go you probably see reflections of yourself, it might be that it is not what you see but you think you see.
There is no anger in it, less drive and more conjunctions led to this downfall.
One of the main qualities that can drop a heart.
Looking towards myself I recognise that I lack of options, yesterday my mind fell into this black hole but the day after I passed through it.
I made a new start, but, be that as it may, foolishness or ignorance brought me again to the same context.
A dead end that I tend to adapt by escaping from the window.
Silently walked away like nothing ever happened.
Did that also happened to you?
I am sure it did.
It's easy.
You don't' actually walking away from the problem, you simply press mute while you figuring out how to solve it.
By then you already have something new to keep you occupied, and after a while, mute steadily building up it's voice so you can repeat the same loop.

Repeat after me :

I am an autonomous blackness with bile

I want to conquer

I want to dominate further than myself

I am a human that walks onto hopes

Desires to get what I want without giving

I am a fool to be

a fool to exist.

Contradictions are always there as if they will ever change the wonder of inhabiting an identified body.
Being petrified once you get consumed by someone else's black hole.