12.12.2009

sick, sad, disgusting


Then why are they beautiful to me?


I surf the invisible waves of information only to find that I know nothing.

Endless heaps of content, datings tips, magazine top ten lists, non-metaphorical artistry.

Where does this leave me and my talent? Alone on an island made only for a few.

We try to show you the biggest picture, the life that is to big to avoid, but it's everything that you need to know.

Murder has become a past-time, it's as fun as it can be.

The world that we all dread is now upon us.

Do you think that the man who ran into blazing infernos, small bits of metal and dirt flying around his head, knew that he was dying for a lie? My patriotism tells me I should fight for what I know to be right. But my mind tells me that I should just give up and give in, because life is much too large to conquer.

I hope things change soon. If they don't all I have left is self-sacrifice. However, to sacrifice yourself means you must believe (and you must believe that others believe) that your life is worth something.

When we live in a world where setting yourself on fire would not change a thing. This is disgusting.

Newton said that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

But, is there an equal and opposite abreaction for every trauma?

Possibly. If so, this is mine.