I don’t care what’s for breakfast as long as there’s breakfast. No matter what happens to the world, I’m unbothered. So many books have been left half read, a few are still unread. I spend money on useless things and regret, I repeat the same mistake and act like I forget. Don’t ask me about the future, I don’t live in the past, all that matters is now and even that seems to be lost. I am not the best, neither am I the worst; I’m the mediocre. Let me grab some food.
I live the routine and it bores me to death. To bathe? Or not to bathe? Why should I? Who cares? I look for an exit again and again. Time reeks of stagnation; regrets outshine my past, the present agreeably non existent and future bleak. I keep myself afloat praying to drown in a jar of chips and a mini coke. I was never enough, not even for myself. They say mistakes maketh men.
I’m collaboration with yo yo Nawazish.