debriefing.

make yourself comfortable,

the darker the better,

the lonelier the better,

thinking will always be an individual exercise.

late nights are made

for lonesome thinking

(among other trivial fucking)

if you believe hard enough,

it doesn't make it true.

you may feel that connecting the dots

is all up to you. what if they are

intrinsically related,

what if you are one of them?

what’s the result of that effort?

where does belief go?

every time you shed a tear,

where does the joy go?

when you get kicked hard in the stomach,

where does naivety go?

every time you feel trapped

where does freedom go?

when anxiety kicks in

where does serotonin go?

but tonight

is not the night you’ll

find the answers you

keep searching for

and therefore

like Arthur’s mom told him all his life:

put on a happy face.