Is it me or life has always been so boring?

Whatever which used to excite me seems dull.

Passion becomes burden.

Love becomes Hatred.

Nothing ast long enough to excite me.

Swearing and cursing flows like stream

Hidden anger, bubbling lava.

Bright light make things ever so plain ever.

Just like writing paper.

I choose to leap into the darkness.

Given the unknown, in the dark

won't it make me feel alive?

Push me to the edge slowly,

Walking on tight rope in the smoke.

As much I dread, I anticipate it

Slowly but surely. :)