Convoluted and abstracted, he fought to believe in his belief – alchemy. In the moments of his happiness, he sought the grey. In his sadness, he looks to sympathise. It gave him satisfaction. But a thing of wonder – happiness was not so much there. Not able to enjoy in the company he liked and at the same time wants to hang out and be there.
Questioning just about everything and confusing himself further and thinking more philosophical unconsciously. Perhaps only a few things, he likes, about himself – but they exist.
Signed - The Anguished Angst.