zero.
it gets tiring, and especially tiring when people try to understand when they can’t, and they probably shouldn’t in the first place. if you have nothing better to say, don’t even think of saying anything at all. more often than not, i question why things happen the way they do. and more often than not, i don’t arrive at an answer. is this rat race even necessary? i wish i could simply disintegrate, slowly, but surely of course, and forget about the nothingness that the world has to offer. and in that instance, will i only realise that this emptiness i’m feeling right now wouldn’t mean anything at all eventually. this emptiness, or this temporary emptiness. i’m not trying to sound suicidal or anything, i still speak to the big man above you know. i don’t know how everything will pan out, i wish i had some sort of a master plan but that’s beyond possible. you see, i wish for many things, but how many of these things actually do surface? i wish for the sun to rise and never set, i wish for clouds to be made out of cotton, i wish for water to be cellophane instead, i wish for magical horse rides, i wish for flights on birds.
