The Diary of The Deranged Writer
Where fiction meets reality, between light, darkness and absurdity.
Thinking about continuing is pointless
A spoke on the wheel, unseen, irrelevant
Keeper of the scythe, obtain my soul
Every road leads to this lonely void
Take (Poetry Series): I, II, III
Header image: Adrien Olichon of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.
This post is a part of 14 Days of The Deranged Writer (2024).
3 days left before December 5, my birthday, and I’m back to having the birthday blues with a mix of frustration. Why? Normally I explain the cause of melancholy and frustration here on The Diary, but tonight I don’t feel like explaining at all. All I can tell is that I’m sad and frustrated and I think I will bring those feelings to my birthday itself. This is hopeless.
Speaking of hopeless, let me share my Song of the Moment: the perfect Linkin Park song about hopelessness and the band’s signature song, “In the End”.
I tried so hard and got so far
Linkin Park’s “In the End”
But in the end, it doesn’t even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn’t even matter
3 days left before my birthday, and I feel like this…
See you tomorrow.
Ξ©
Edits were made on December 2, 2024 at 10:23pm.
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