Not Created to Feel
The past days have seemed to pass like wind. It never seems to stop for anyone nor anything.
It is relentless and furuios, yet calm and beautiful. I realize that time passes for a reason. We as a
society of sincal, vengful monsters most come to the realization that; everything, no matter how beautiful
must eventually turn to it's ugly nature. I've just been pondering life and it's meanings for a month now.
In a sense I "lost" something dear to me recently. I didn't really lost; so much as i didn't keep it happy, or alive. But that's beside the point. Ihaven't been happy lately. The gift of beauty was never intended for man. Man is not yet nor will be pure enough to obtain such virtue. Beauty is almost like a deaty. I beleive that the horrible transgresions of our people, have caused it to loose the most precious gift. I hate, because hate is my nature. As much as i may try to deny myself, it still comes to me. Hatred. I don't wish to be this gloomy in my journals, or even this analytical, but i feel it nessecary to relieve myself of hatred.
I would also like to make very clear that this little review of the shit that we are forced to live in has nothing to do with the separation of me and Mari. Just to make that clear. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY BRAKE UP.
It is relentless and furuios, yet calm and beautiful. I realize that time passes for a reason. We as a
society of sincal, vengful monsters most come to the realization that; everything, no matter how beautiful
must eventually turn to it's ugly nature. I've just been pondering life and it's meanings for a month now.
In a sense I "lost" something dear to me recently. I didn't really lost; so much as i didn't keep it happy, or alive. But that's beside the point. Ihaven't been happy lately. The gift of beauty was never intended for man. Man is not yet nor will be pure enough to obtain such virtue. Beauty is almost like a deaty. I beleive that the horrible transgresions of our people, have caused it to loose the most precious gift. I hate, because hate is my nature. As much as i may try to deny myself, it still comes to me. Hatred. I don't wish to be this gloomy in my journals, or even this analytical, but i feel it nessecary to relieve myself of hatred.
I would also like to make very clear that this little review of the shit that we are forced to live in has nothing to do with the separation of me and Mari. Just to make that clear. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY BRAKE UP.