Roughly i feel partly sad about this. Feelings scattered like scrambled eggs. While my mind lingers nowhere. Ideas pierce my mind disguisd as if they r voices speakin in ma head. Is ths craziness? The answers few but none make sence. Only because we question what we should feel. Thus failing the true objective. Thou this makes no sence like love. But shows a glimps of truth in a lie. Where ilussions of happiness bring sorrow. Why? What does it mean? It means nothing like how money buys life. Feeling cheap for the kill like expired milk. Playing tricks on the minds as if puppets. While the world spins we must be twisted. Evil easily becomes what is good. Damn the moment took to think. Alot has surfaced. haunted with questions, that cant be answered with mere words. But truth also defines a lie. How? For it can bend with time or distance. So what u believe could be a lie. And faith is only a matter of belief. Thou this a scramble of what is. I feel partly sad about ths.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 17:47:41 +0000
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