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I sound vague.
I feel vague. And the thoughts I have bottled up are still just thoughts yet to make sense; my mornings don’t feel like a ritual anymore rather than a torture session; staying up late happens when I fear the black figure that waits under my bedstep; the alcohol; my roommate.
The English language sounds vague; feels vague.

Sudden words happen-not to pop up when I’m trying not to sound anything at all. Not even vague. That is when something else happens; otherwise. It is always happening to me.
sOmething else.

I am tired of vacuity. I in fact am a lot of things, most of them (too) else.

Unbehalf. ⠀

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I dreamt about a Dalmatian. ⠀⠀⠀⠀

How can life be so black and white?

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My thoughts are so agape from each other I cannot physically hold them together, and so they float around like great fleas that have no smaller fleas on their backs to bite them.

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A very much late text, but hear me out:
I am very fond of cinematography and all of the things that come from it, so I myself made a little place to talk about movies and audiovisual pieces I urge to share.
*This is an on-line Movie Theater, and it will be frequently playing great movies for y’all to watch and enjoy.
(This is supposed to be interactive, so please only join if u are actually interested in the content.)
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