Mad solitude

I’ve grown into a phantom. One does not simply grow into one, they become one.

I feel no desire to be happy. Nor do I seek solace in this epitome of nonchalance. This is what I want. I sought after this for so long. 

I shall build it myself.

Mad solitude

I’ve grown into a phantom. One does not simply grow into one, they become one.

I feel no desire to be happy. Nor do I seek solace in this epitome of nonchalance. This is what I want. I sought after this for so long. 

I shall build it myself.

Posted 1 year ago & Filed under personal thoughts, diary, love, life, slice of life,

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