An Uncommon End.

It isn’t a natural death, someone or something is killing us. The ridiculousness that you shall read is an attempt to understand this genocide of a mass thought and the perpetrator behind it.  So what killed us, is the question?

Fake You.

As you grow older in life, a version of you shall arise. Custom made for the world, as lines of hypocrisy blurs. The silent shall incessantly talk, the unstoppable shall now stop. Molded to be not what you are, Different, yet with results above par. But then one day so shall come, questions from a […]