Wednesday, February 19, 2014

(Life + You) x (Nothing - Death)

The world is ugly.
I'm going to let my fingers go on for this one.
I've been sober for a good while,
out of the nightlife and anything that comes with it.
 Tell me, do you believe this is all worth it?

I can't really speak with a clear head, but I do know that as I go on right now
It shakes me a bit.
I want to cry, but I'm holding back.
None of this matters.

We are the smallest dust particles on the cog of life's mechanical process.

That's it.

I'll enjoy my stay here, while it lasts, 
but there will be no legacy left behind.
The conversations, dreams, fears, my impact, will amount to nothing.
Very few people change the world. Everyone else just exist in it.
Don't get my wrong, I would love to change the world, in a positive way.
Kids reading my accomplishment(s) in textbooks, memorizing my name for some test.
But then again, did you really care back then
or couldn't just wait to turn in the exam?



I am an unique seed. It took two people to give me my special DNA.
I made myself with help from personal experiences. Exclusive to my life.
Although there is truly only one of me,
there are many others. 

I know what I mean. You need to catch up.

It's the way I see the world.
A big ole' paradox.
And once you understand this, you can finally breathe.
The Sun will be your pet and you may be shy, but secretly,
you'll want to be friends with everyone because there's no reason to ever turn anyone away.
We're all sadly in this together.
No one wants to do the things they are doing...well, at least the majority.
The world needs ditch diggers who love their job.
The world needs teachers who hate children.
The world needs police officers who wrongfully imprison people who just happen to fit the ID, just so they can move on up in the ranks to become detectives.
We need the ignorant. We need dumb worthless direction and bullshit.
The world needs meaningless things to happen, so they in turn become meaningful to us.
But you can't forget the root of your life lessons: they don't mean anything.

Someone has been through it before us. Someone will go through it again.
Someone has killed themselves to stop the pain.
Someone has persevered.
This is why I want to be your friend, so you know that
you're not alone. 

I can't write anymore.

"Life's the biggest troll but the joke is on us Yeah, the joke's you showed up"

Later Days, Longer Nights

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