i deleted the folder.

along with all the files.

ill decide to throw my drawer away the next time.

im starting to resent.

ill walk on,

without burden,

without fears,

without laden shoulders.

im walking on

without you.

i have never been so focused

so clear of what i what before.

all a product of the mighty dreams

i guess.

ill never say yes

or no

again

ill just leave notes

of tale and wonder.

ill leave them to be deciphered

to be carried away with the wind,

to be buried amongst the fallen leaves.

ive never felt so sane

so tranquil.

ill release myself of all anger

and blood.

but it sounds so contridictory.

the opposite will just come flowing back

in due time.

i guess

ill never be able to stand on either ground.

not today,

not tomorrow,

not ever.

it feels like theres so much

stuff ever bottled up within.

but my memorys so bad

i cant remember what.

maybe itll be best if everything just remain unturned.

but

when they really do get dug up one day,

the bitterness will linger

forever

and ever

and ever,

till the day i lie in peace.

i think

ive been criticising

and doubting

so much that ive lost track of the finer things in life,

of friends

of the soul

and the heart.

i guess im just self obsessed with what is right to me

and never about what is wrong to others.

too much of an idealist

too less of a thinker.

i claim to know of all the bad in the world.

but its starting to dawn upon me

that the biggest bad may be from within.

i should face the stars

and repent.

then maybe ill gain enlightenment

and earn myself a seat on the golden mat.

there are so many things that i wanna do,

though the main item on the list is doing practically nothign at all.

but time forbids.

and fate fortells of an impending crumple.

so if i do not raise the walls and the bridge,

i may not survive.

see

im forever stuck in time and my clampshell.

ive been talking so much that i can hardly focus

on what im saying.

there're too many I s

too little You s

and none of We s.