its the third weekend and im lying still with half make up on, apparently tears are a much better form of make up remover they even removed these undying waterproof chemicals on my lids. how great it is to be able to travel within 100 kinds of reality at the same time and as i peek into each door there's a new possibility waiting in the corner, waiting to be greeted warmly. i need an approval to jump into one where theres so much distress and lack of emptiness or needless to say the thoughts ive been dreaming of for so long. its better to be alone but not so much when you're lonely; i try to identify the issue but wasn't allowed to do so since time keeps on looping and i wake up to another same day and same thing. once they whispered in my ears that all of this would change when i look outside and embrace the "normal" and "sane" circumstance though little did they know that its easier to replace those words with "monotonous". one day constant solitude might be our normal condition yet its too late, the sun is starting to climb up and my fingers remain cold