The days are bearable. The sun's brightness keeps the gloom and doom at bay.
Keeping busy with the mundane trivialities of daily life also acts as an antidote to the poisonous vituperation of an existence blighted by the Other. The Other that is at best neutral and at worst hostile to everything that can make life live.
But I digress. As I go on measuring my life in cigarette butts, sometimes the trees turn green. They begrudge me even those precious few minutes of bliss.
For true despair to exist, there must be a glimmer a hope...
Keeping busy with the mundane trivialities of daily life also acts as an antidote to the poisonous vituperation of an existence blighted by the Other. The Other that is at best neutral and at worst hostile to everything that can make life live.
But I digress. As I go on measuring my life in cigarette butts, sometimes the trees turn green. They begrudge me even those precious few minutes of bliss.
For true despair to exist, there must be a glimmer a hope...
