Decadent Vice. Moral Degradation. Not immoral, yet. Amoral maybe, but slowly degrading into the land of the moral destitutes. A reprehensible coward; an irresponsible bastard. Helpless and incapable; yet again, the struggle to bridge the distance between the nearest yet the furthest organs.

Work, Love, Life. How does one juggle them with elegant dexterity? Teach me how and you shall have my eternal* gratitude.

Disillusioned with thoughts of my bleak future ahead; mounting pressure, mounting stress. And it’s JUST the beginning. Least I’m starting SOMETHING. *Familiar advice resounding in my head - “If you’re not moving forward, you’re moving backwards!”

I used to think I rule the world, and then I realised I only ruled my world.
But recently I’ve come to think,
that even I have no say.
No say in how I walk my way,
with no idea how my life’s become this way.

I’ve lost my way, but i seem to like it better this way.

So please….
Acknowledge my plea, to flee, let me be free.

Please allow me… my disillusioned decadence.

Sidenote: Realised I’m disliking the weekends more and more. Funny though, doesn’t seem to make the weekdays more bearable either.

*P.S. I Lied.