World is walking on the edge of an abyss, knowingly or not, sliding inch after inch, stumbling or dancing away attention glued to irrelevant, giant force consuming from within.
I still want to see what it used to be, before the distorted reality took over and mangled the past.
I wish I could bring back the best and discard the worst.
It's painful to watch people leave, sit at the back and wait for another incarnation to happen.
The world is more foreign every day, just a distant speck on a dark sky.
There's no home. Just a temporary shelter to catch breath in and keep going, until the road ends and carnivorous abyss eats the last in a hungry frenzy.
When blind lead the blind, the only beacon is your consciousness that won't let you dream in times of darkness, however colorfully dressed to disguise the hollow shell.