We've been doing this shit for too damn long, you get tired, so you revitalize, then you get tired again, then one day you get excited, then you get tired again, but practice makes perfect right?, so your tolerance increases, but it's too damn long, almost infinite, sooner or later you get tired again, so you try to revitalize and go to your roots, you know discover who you are and why and all that nonsense, but you're empty, nothing is in there surprise surprise!!, nothing but fancy words and meaningless memories, you're still tired so you go to sleep, 8 hours, you wake up just a little bit rejuvenated, you start again, you see new faces, go new places, have different experiences, but it's still the same, that tire that just never goes away, that melancholy that drives your inclination towards sad movies and dark rooms, that horror that attacks violently when you're alone and defenceless, then you get tired of it all, so you go to sleep, 8 hours, this time less enthusiasm, less drive for life, less hope, hope is a dangerous thing to trust, you get on with it, days after days, years and years of the same bland colours, time is way too damn long, infinite, but it has merit, one in particular, habit!, you get used to it, the pain, the fear, the loneliness, you get used to it all, then this time you get less scared, but as you start to neutralize the darkness you neutralize the light as well, it's only fair, so you grow less excited with it, you meet new people and achieve new heights, but it's not as blood boiling, no rush no breath of life no fairy dust, no rocky training music playing in the background, but in return you're much less scared, less breakable, more flexible, fair is fair I would be inclined to say, but still, the one that never goes away, the tire, every fucking morning like clockwork, you might get used to it, but that is only sedation, no cure to that, sooner or later, it always comes back around.
Tomorrow is another day right, halle fucking lujia !!
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