a little bit of something

a little bit of something she thought. she craves for life an endless meaning of the 'now' the emptiness which craves her soul. when will it last, What my purpose for this life? an never-ending graveyard of my thoughts which prosper and control within me. i don't want the self, just a little bit of something. wait,,, I do want the little bit of self, I want the self which is ours, the deeper anaesthetic. the needle which ambiguous my eyes and creaviates my soul.