Idiots, waiting for the end of a 365-days cycle to plan, love, forgive, do “good” and remember the ones worth the remembrance; all to be forgotten by the dawn of a brand new day, a day that’s no different from any other day except for the stench of shame that stinks off your soul during a 24 hours marathon of alcohol consumption, improvised patriotism, consumerist-grade immaturity and primal screams of beasts trapped within.

Time is defined not by the way you break it down into equal, swallowable doses of darkness and light, but by the deeds that outlast the decomposition of your mundane existence, separate from time and space, separate from the temporary selfish measures of right and wrong, separate from the savage genes which would kill one of their own to survive a hand-made apocalypse.

Here a toast, to a species that keeps stabbing itself in the hand, forever learning, forever failing, forever falling, and soon to be wiped off the face of the earth.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, fade to blank.

H.Q.
03:14
Monday
31/12/2012

The harder I try to understand what they want, the deeper I drown in misconceptions. And the harder I try to speak my heart out, the further they’re lost into misdirection.

Raven, queen of land and skies, guardian of the shades and seer of all that dwells, to your eternal wisdom I submit my heart, and the answer I await to all that burns inside.

H.Q.
16:18
Sun. 30 Dec. 2012

And then I have to pretend that nothing has happened, that the night has never been, that the words were never spoken, that the dream I once had and the wish I once smothered were never those of the distant soul for which I’ve yearned; for when the sun rises I am the only one who knows, and as the sun sets I am the one to never sleep, for I am the one who saw, I am the one who heard, I am the one who felt and the one who tasted your tears.

H.Q.
04:55
Fri. 28/12/2012