if one day, just living without a past. i wonder how it be like. erased all the good & bad, all there's to left was just an empty shell. was a life like this worth living? suddenly, all that's left of you was just an ashtray of diminished cigarettes, the light is put out. only the ashes were left visible of what a glory it was, afterall we all go still go to coffin alone. materials don't stay, but i like every other human would want to surround myself with these. everyone does so, like a sense of security. all that's left to reminisce for me seems alot, but those days dreaming boulevard was just beautiful. every silly & stupidity postulated was an event eclipsed to the present day man you see now. loves reader, signing off.
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