How it be?

How it be? Wordless, actless, what a freaky times! Misery. Lullaby. How it be? How it effing be?

It’s feels like a long journey to nothingness, likes a corny-story in the nothing-better cliff. A not lunatic but loney person from the most humble sound of shore. I’m afraid. I ashame with all people who talk about sunset today and also, what a sunshine would be tomorrow. They forget the worst on yesterday or it better to says, an original yesterday. Original yesterday? What was I told? Original yesterday? Is it a joke? Is there any original-things now?

It is a long journey into the cave. How silence, darkness, mysteria, and also about no one-ness which let me pull over the trigger of the guns on the table makes me so pure? It is on the table in the cave! The cave… the cave… the caves.!The caves I into and, took the times so long for bending my knees to ask, “why it should be? Why?” I was puked. I Was puked with all these things or, maybe one thing, my ask.

Punishment, or karma, perhaps. Karma from what? Annihilating moment? Full-of-sins tragedy? Or just a Godlessness? Godlessness! I said Godlessness. Everybody say godlessness, but I just nobody.

*sorry for grammar