when things don't really make sense, and yet, the very part of not making sense, makes all the damn sense of the world.
and that's when you justify being juxtapositionally oxymoronic!
something akin to making the best of the worst. or lesser of the two evils.
so what do i really take from this? is it supposed to be the evil? or the bad?
so what's the good that is supposed to be hiding amongst it all?
*so many things just swarming inside.
so many things just fighting for some light.
so many things-which all makes sense and yet is a complete non-sense*
Damn it M. i so damn wish that you're here.
and that's when you justify being juxtapositionally oxymoronic!
something akin to making the best of the worst. or lesser of the two evils.
so what do i really take from this? is it supposed to be the evil? or the bad?
so what's the good that is supposed to be hiding amongst it all?
*so many things just swarming inside.
so many things just fighting for some light.
so many things-which all makes sense and yet is a complete non-sense*
Damn it M. i so damn wish that you're here.
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