It depends which context you’re referring to. I like people on here, sure, some of you seem like pretty awesome people.
Ticking away is the time, as sure as the sun is to rise
Darkened are the circles that sit below my eyes
Sleepless, I remain again
Restless and reckless
It seems a lifetime ago that I once was a care free child
with each moment to savour
ambition that was endless
innocence in my dark brown eyes
and the world; my oyster
Now nostalgia is all that’s left
just fragments of the distant past
and every day I hesistate
keep alone and contemplate
Is this all that’s meant to be, melancholy and me?
Endlessly I ponder
sit alone and wonder
the ruthless cycle repeats once more
Misery, I implore, to loosen it’s
In desperation, I cry, begging for my life
though, the feeling never goes
I feel my eyes begin to close
as I drift off to sleep, at last
My thoughts all cease to be
and the answers, still unknown
Just melancholy and me
Happily never after
Beard or no beard?
Shit quality, but I ain’t got time to get new ones.
I’m not even tired.
Ask me stuff?
Mmkay, keep scrolling, then.