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Ramdom thoughts on a regular friday night
its been a while since i wrote something here
Not much to do, not much to say, too much to think of
it should be backwards...
im still contemplating my reflection on that broken mirror
becoming smaller every day, every hour, every second.

Part of me is growing while weakness takes over what is left
rests of what one day was self called happiness
crawling into the past my memory is searching for a reason to go on
to see the new sun shinning above
cant find the beauty behind the gray, dig that hope
unprepared, melancholic, calm, passive
rehearsing tomorrow's sort of smile
is it big? does it matter? not to anyone, not to me
is fake, isnt?
dont care whats going to happen next
is it good? fine
is it bad? cant be worse than this
is it worse? not surprised
are you?

xHecatex
2006