Is my life a screw up still? Say, apart from sleeping around, sleeping behind one's back, apart from the druggies, apart from senseless drinking, why do I feel that it's still inadequate? I'm striving to attain another level higher when I know this level is going to leave me craving for more. In fact, greedier than ever. Is there anything wrong with my moral upbringing? Or is it just in me? Tsk. Something to reflect on. Something is wrong with me, must be.
I have an ego loud enough to be seen, and a void not vivid enough to be understood.
Why are the summer rainy?
And the December sunny?
But it's all good,
because I adore the weather.
As much as December
when it's not sunny.
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