Oct 30, 2009 22:29
They say life is what you make of it, and thus I will make it a mess. A mess of love, lies, and leisure. Spending each day chasing that star round and round, watching the glow in jealous glare, hoping one day to feel its warmth. Shut up and shut out all those stagnant faces bloated with pride, they who don't want you anymore. I will make it fold under it's own weight, because we are all so heavy, leadened to our deaths. And I will make life a joke because there is nothing more comical and absurd than man's scramble to find joy and meaning in this world so vague and fog-filled. There was never so close a feeling than love and hate, twins of our foolish pride. So joke on, keep smiling, be happy, you are free to do whatever. Nothing is regretted nor sacred, nothing is loved nor saved. Nothing is true; Everything is permitted.