Diluted memories

Its been long since I wrote something. Its not easy as before. As people tend to recognize mistakes rather than how it was made in the 1st place(and I blame my self for it), I'm 'curling' more than I was before. It's sad. 

What's more, this cruel nightmares is getting more ridiculous year after year. I wish I had the pill, a 'pill', to shut up and walk away. Always. Is life good? A question repetitively circled. Allahhu. I wish somebody would walk this shoes. Parallel circumstances makes an anecdote of what a being should live. The past are daunting. The future? Your guess is as best as mine. 

This notes has been playing as long as the river of thought. What could this hands do? It's pretty much nothing anymore. Colourless even. Like a canvas undyed. But not useable. Triggered with every inch of wrong that has been done. Im no batman, perhaps, not even alfred or joker. Im just.... A knob.