failure to launch

you're my poignant tree of life, somewhere way back when?

fatality:- to ruin another's happy over something trivial.

when you almost, just almost ruin your parent's holiday with the intention to give the mrs a call and brawl. thankfully, a hot shower gave me a little bit of self realisation on my hiccup.
ooo..steamy.

well, here i am again, indebted to this stupid blog because it catches my last breaths.

i wonder why i keep chasing my panic button.
sometimes i wonder whether it's me or the world.
if it's me, then i can fix it.
right.
no, no questions because rhetorics are so banal.

how to fix something that is so close to breaking every 6 months?
i feel my biological clock coming yet again.
beep* press panic button internally. wtf.

how long is moolah going to keep me from crying insanity?
how long is the mrs going to put pressure on my bleeding wound?
how long are cancer sticks going to last? my lifetime?
how long?

i feel like an egg left out under the sun waiting to turn bad over winter.
oh degradation.

i suppose it's the uncertainty beyond which i'm not use to.
empty, it seems. but nothing is always as it seems.

where is my slice of pie?