Its almost contraband for me to have so many posts on my blog this period. Yet these 2 months have metaphorically been the buffeting by a maelstrom of mortal waxes and wanes.

But well, when you have roller coasters (even if they're psychic ones), you have roblox. And when you have roblox, you have roblox gone crazy. Haha, I had a good laugh at and I think anyone would too.

omg i think im transiting to the realm-after-life,
or at least it feels so. my hands feel so weak hitting these keyboard keys and i'm like a jellyfish.
i have a skeletal muscle that has ceased to function normally.

my throat is burning and my gut is churning.

i hate vomiting.
i threw up so much that there was undigested noodles (and i'll spare you other details) coming out from my nose.
am i dying?

Where does one go,
Fixed in the twilight of hope
Suspended in uncertainty
Lifeless to grope?

Between life and death.
And fatigue and strength,
Reluctant breath
And a gagged smile.

Absent dawn and sunrise,
Poignancy merely feed itself.
Without much surprise
The heart blank and black.

Suspension is forbidden.
And to change what is no more,
Of the had been,
Is beyond one’s score.

Where does one go?
Plunge or sink –
One pays life’s toll.
Or simply start anew.