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the words echoed in my head like a distorted melody, an anthem of youthful abandon and nihilistic pleasure.

always today, the most fun.

a mantra of sorts, a cry for those stuck in the moment, the fleeting high of instant gratification. and in this city, where every street corner was a carnival of excess and depravity, a sentiment that rang true.

even as i repeated those words to myself, i couldn't shake off the gnawing void that lurked beneath. the more i chased after pleasure, the more i felt like i was drowning in a sea of meaningless sensations.

always today, the most fun.

it was a lie, a seductive mirage that promised everything and delivered nothing. yet, i couldn't stop myself - a moth drawn to the beautiful blaze of self-destruction.