Lost Love Lust

Categories: My life.

• note to self.

  Life = layer of ice on a frozen lake. Ever since I can remember I have always wanted to believe that things in life can be true, if you work hard enough for them. But the more and more I step onto this layer of ice called life, the more and more I realize that [...]

• architectus.

  As a youth of this generation, a question I ask. Where have the rebels fled? Where has the strength of word withdrawn? Ambition once triumphing over tyranny, now slowly kneels to satisfactory adequacy . A fist no longer held high, an authority not a dare to challenge. This lost demand once more must be found. [...]

• clock out.

  The beep of my time card sliding through the punch out machine has become a signal of my slavery. “Ding! Welcome to the place where we strain your young muscles, ingrain your brain with rules and regulations, and in the end throw some coins your way, you’ve wanted a new pair of jeans for quite [...]

• aegrescit medendo.

  Much like you, the wind blew cold and bitter. It was time to mourn for my heart, so I wore black from the start. The doors opened, and fate just didn’t want to wait. My eyes were heavy, my soul, worth but only a penny. Feelings? Of those you didn’t have any. To the rule [...]