This has just been
one dark summer.

how ironic.

there has been splashes of happiness
here and there.

But over all it has felt cold and bare.

I tremble at the wasted time

and frown lines.

"We are all going to die anyway"

kept me awake all night.

what am i living for anyway?

it feels like I am nothing

searching for nothing
how pleasent
how cruel

meaningless
fool.