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More questions...and still no answers...
Have you ever felt as though you've lived an entire lifetime in only the short time you've been alive? Have you ever felt that even though you're so young, you feel like you've already died?
I guess reality just isn't what I believe it should be. Or what I have always believed it to be, because I don't believe I live in reality. Maybe in some poetry, or emotional nights, I've said and believed I was at the bottom of everything. This overwhelming pit of complete shit I thought I had reached. I know I was wrong then because I know there is really only one ultimate void that can be reached. The destruction of love inside of you.
There is only one means of happiness for my life I have really every truely felt, and that was love. No man is to judge another for what their life means or what their purpose is or how they find true, real, tangible happiness. The point is that they are driven from inside to find that from the day they can understand who they are and can understand what happiness really feelslike. The tragedy of everything is that few people truely fulfill that dream. Many lose hope and lose sight, blinded by vices and the disgusting facades of false happiness. Things that may bring enjoyment for that briefest of moments, however slowly pull you farther away from happiness itself.
When the world begins to turn gray, the sunlight reveals nothing. An empty shell of what a person could have been stands in a crowded room, falls asleep, and drifts endlessly in darkness.
I guess the simple pain of living is harder for some. If someone else feels the same deteriorating hallow forming in every part of themself, let me know..because maybe I won't be alone then. I've felt sadness, I've felt depression, I've felt hate, I've felt pain and hunger and I know what those bring and how they make a soul turn morbid. This is a feeling from deeper within the soul and somewhere that cannot even be touched by most tangible emotion or feeling, physical or mental. It's an entire, meaningless existance, except for the sake of a love different than the one I seek. The love of my family.
There are some people that strive on successes, what is it then when "success" is the same gift as a cold, swift fist burying itself in your gut? What is it when you see the every day as possibly your last? When you feel the weight of death looming over your head, but unfortunately save yourself every time it beckons? What is it if you don't see a future, but only suffering? The chance for happiness lost in the soul of someone already dead...What do you do?
Why does every sunrise feel like a sunset?...
Have you ever felt as though you've lived an entire lifetime in only the short time you've been alive? Have you ever felt that even though you're so young, you feel like you've already died?
I guess reality just isn't what I believe it should be. Or what I have always believed it to be, because I don't believe I live in reality. Maybe in some poetry, or emotional nights, I've said and believed I was at the bottom of everything. This overwhelming pit of complete shit I thought I had reached. I know I was wrong then because I know there is really only one ultimate void that can be reached. The destruction of love inside of you.
There is only one means of happiness for my life I have really every truely felt, and that was love. No man is to judge another for what their life means or what their purpose is or how they find true, real, tangible happiness. The point is that they are driven from inside to find that from the day they can understand who they are and can understand what happiness really feelslike. The tragedy of everything is that few people truely fulfill that dream. Many lose hope and lose sight, blinded by vices and the disgusting facades of false happiness. Things that may bring enjoyment for that briefest of moments, however slowly pull you farther away from happiness itself.
When the world begins to turn gray, the sunlight reveals nothing. An empty shell of what a person could have been stands in a crowded room, falls asleep, and drifts endlessly in darkness.
I guess the simple pain of living is harder for some. If someone else feels the same deteriorating hallow forming in every part of themself, let me know..because maybe I won't be alone then. I've felt sadness, I've felt depression, I've felt hate, I've felt pain and hunger and I know what those bring and how they make a soul turn morbid. This is a feeling from deeper within the soul and somewhere that cannot even be touched by most tangible emotion or feeling, physical or mental. It's an entire, meaningless existance, except for the sake of a love different than the one I seek. The love of my family.
There are some people that strive on successes, what is it then when "success" is the same gift as a cold, swift fist burying itself in your gut? What is it when you see the every day as possibly your last? When you feel the weight of death looming over your head, but unfortunately save yourself every time it beckons? What is it if you don't see a future, but only suffering? The chance for happiness lost in the soul of someone already dead...What do you do?
Why does every sunrise feel like a sunset?...