VOID

"this is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object"

                                                                                               - The Joker

                                                                                                    (R.I.P.)

its all coming back.the fortress of solitude.cut off.drift off. the  pointlessness of being.used to be confusing in happier days.scarily so,isn't now.the finality is sinking in with a really calm candour. the sickening routine of groping for words.the attitudinal and behavioral pattern, the continuance of which can have only one resultant; the blur of chaos shards where incoherence and disdain reign supreme.the abject disconnect.nothing to state.nothing to declare.to the point of being almost at peace with the hopelessness of the situation.like a warped lap at thunderhead.at a point where the road ahead is almost like a simulated fucking obstruction versus slalom course. not quite sure about the resolve to cross it this time though.the world was given up on long back.the anomaly seems to be taking the same course now.its like watching a richter topping earthquake in slow motion and admiring the hopeless serenity in an aspect of its magnanimous entirety.the fatal flaw of hubris is working like a modded supra failing to find traction at 8000 rpm.like listening to beethoven's ninth with a scotch on the balcony while a satellite view of the planet shows criscrossing mitotic orange mushroom clouds enveloping everything around me,with a calm realization of a saturated grainy grayness to follow.complacency at its very best.or worst.a lot like what john connor might have felt at crystal peak.but there is no war.there is no solution to a stalemate.no enemy to vanquish or die fighting against. nothing. just an emptiness that is like an hourglass where the movement has been postponed indefinitely.like being part of a car crash in slow motion where the pile up continues like a deja vu overlapped to infinitesimally complicated and everchanging proportions that pursue a disturbing symmetry on the fractal curve.lorentz would have been proud.so would malcolm.escape is inevitable.hell,should've listened to smith when he said that its the sound of inevitability.will make him a janitor program if he comes back with a cheeky i told u so.used to question the quirk warps in my existence at a point in time.its over. don't feel the need to anymore.could be a good thing. or the worst thing i may have faced. but i think i sincerely don't care anymore.still don't believe in the concept of destiny or  fate but i think i'd attribute it to the extreme non application of foresight.could have saved the anomaly from the angular collision course.should have heeded the funny man in time.

too bad.