slip not?
you know the dream where you sleep and fall and although you feel the rushing wind getting faster and stronger in your face, you never seem to reach the bottom,

well, it seems that i'm still falling, there's no reason why i'm falling, but i just am,

it's not a good thing - it's different from cheesy pick up lines where romeos say to their dumb struck juliets - "i fell when i first saw you, you know, that kind of stuff,

this is different kind of falling, cos i simply don't know the reason i have this sinking thoughts: fuck everything and whatever feelings, i don't care, what happens happens, it is sorta i;ve reached a crossroad after journeying so far searching for that particular X but at that junction, i simply lose sense of where my direction lies,

i think i'm drifting, towards a place whose name i can't say and it's purpose undetermined,  ¶ 12:47 am