Salutations.
My name's Jonan,
I'm an 18 year old with the lungs and liver of a 70 year old.
If by any unfortunate(for you) chance,
you get to know me more intimately,
you will find that I:
am quite the cynical little shit
am rather lazy,that's what everyone tells me anyway.
prefer night so much more over the day that I've made a few owl friends.
experiment with the stupidest things possible and still think I am reasonably intelligent.
have an ectoplasmic look during classes.
change brands of cigarettes as much as a girl changes clothes.
am an asshole in my own right,if you know what's good for you,you won't get close.
have an email address;jonan_yip@hotmail.com.

Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

The melancholy notes of a flute singing a mournful tune envelopes the silence of the dusk,

Blowing perfect smoke rings under the backdrop of a pitch-velvet midnight sky.

Knocking back a couple,liquid courage going down my throat,not a drop left in the flask,

Contemplating on life,an urban philosopher,but the conclusion leaving me to think everything,even love,has only been,but a romantic lie.

The vibrant hues of the horizon catch your eye,

The glitter-glitzy twinkle of the stars almost convice you that they're intelligent,living,breathing entities with their own lives.

But the failure to believe,to be convicted of it's truth still end in wistful sighs.

Mid-autumn leaves flailing fruitlessly against the cold,ruthless draft,

The trees dedicate their destruction with a mettlesome whirlwind of fiery colour in defiance towards the inevitable.

Unable to be force-fed propaganda,truth and prevarications in a vortex,

You awake from the neverending dream.

You may perceive this as a haiku,a poem,but remember that poems don't always rhyme,and things on the surface may not be what they seem.

The right is always a wrong,the brave are sometimes cowardly and the most timid are fearless in their own ways.

Believe in life and love.

Believe in the substantial and the ethereal.

Believe in almost anything at all,

Guillibility is the Authority's way of supressing one's capability to embrace a free mind,an open pathway,an indomitable spirit.

For the failure to believe,is the failure to live.

Believe.

Heartfelt confessions of a midnight poet,Jonan.

Or someone trying to be cool.

P.S This is the effect of Otard VSOP at 3 am while you're rushing projects.