I seek refuge in my solitude.
A means to recharge my batteries by draining the life of the things around me. Soaking it all in with the intention of feeling alive again.

beginning to see that it was a false positive.
Like when you overuse your phone to the point of twenty percent in just ten minutes. Pulling out the battery over and over. just to find that your personal philosophy might just be wrong..

All used up, and ready to be put in the drawer.
That's how I feel. To some extent anyway.

I'm only twenty four.
I'm supposed be a long way from here. Doing at least something with my life. Not sitting here in the dimly lit room. Speaking with fog on the end of each breadth. Spelling the word hell into the negative space we call a silhouette. Sitting, contemplating, slowly etching away at the frame. Waiting for the scene to flip. As if I'd actually paid for the show.

I didn't, I just like to think that I'm entitled.
A sad product of this day and age..