Mad Fragmentation

One day there was a fog that I found odd because it was really strange in the place. The thing is I kept on thinking of things that I don't even know if such invests in the shared thought or so if it is even shared. Pathetic in the sweetest way, it is.

I was reading Sartre one day and it made me think more. How can one wake up and still exist seeing people talk about things that disgust me?... the basic and unnecessary words. I gained more confusions. I know it was long that it took me four hours to end it, but I forgot what else were furthered.

I saw this family having a talk while the father is driving. They were weird in a way that I find this as a new matter of existence and in a different sense. They did not disgust me. The father kept on saying "Baba! Baba! Baba!" and the mother who looked like my friend was holding their two children, sleeping, and kept on gesturing and talking to her husband in a very different manner it made me look like a kid looking at a mad woman running backwards. I'm just quite sure I don't want to see that kind again.

I get confused over the rain on how I could walk, my feet almost wet and feeling cold and alone, with having biases knowing how much the same sky loved the rain. I regained my calmness over the rain falling while walking. I still feel something, it never was completely apathetic and I hope everything will get cleared up before we get lost. Just don't let the time to pass keeping up the distraction by avoiding, I'm more than willing to trancend everything because I'm not scared of this that the only threat is the next and trust is the only element that needs to breathe. If I make my past be a vacuum itself because it hurts to feel anything, I'm afraid I have to go to preoccupation again and let go, but I'm quite still sure I don't want to... wherein I'd never leave.