"living itself is a source of sin" - Osamu Dazai.
they say poetry has no rules. too bad the same cannot be said about life as most of us are seen as tools.
what a harsh reality we live in. it could be considered a sin.
i hope these pieces of thought do not leave you in distraught.
though if they do, that's simply on you.
these experiences have no order nor restriction. i hope these cause no infliction of contradiction.
in these sections, you will find many things before you. death, love, ridicule. they may even leave you with a new view.
nonetheless, I welcome you to my reality. I beg you not to wallow in it for too long for you might share the same abnormalities of my mentality.
or you might see me for true. a figureless reflection wishing to renew.