tongues swagger faster than you can take a splendid photo. you look at the evergrey sky and wonder just how much association is there with life and all your surroundings. you tried so hard to focus on all the small little details with the wayward wind gently brushing against your skin. your blood streams thru the very vein of yours and your heart thumping continously.

you feel faint.
you feel weak.
you feel as though youre dying.


then you know for sure, our lives are already coming to an end.