Once you know too much, your life begins to be something, you keep to yourself. There is just too much contradicting truth I know, to just do what I think is right, what I love and what I want to be done. So I create some tiny worlds of my own, where I outlive all those paths, sad or fun or great and enjoyable lives. Where I can do whatever I want.
And that's exactly where my time sinks, but that's gotta be no problem at all, since I don't seem to have a life outside my own worlds. There are too much those worlds, as a matter of fact. And, yes, it seems like everybody is lying to me. Maybe there's no truth, after all. Maybe there is even no real world at all, just a dominant world of mine.
The only outcome of such a life, is me being afraid. Afraid of being hurt too much, by someone I don't expect to. So, guess what? I lie, just as everybody around me… And, yes, I lie too much. Once I stop to, my life is going to change. Either be blown up (to hell with it, too sad), or it's gonna be a great one, never ending and all (to hell with that planet, we have so much other planets and what's important — we have each other ^_^).
But for now, I'll simply wait, carried by a river of life, wherever this goes. Maybe, it's all for nothing. Maybe I'm no great person, having weirdest ideas on world and humans and all. Maybe, I just have to die and be born again as an ordinary man, with simplest beliefs, ordinary dreams, so fucking boring and simple life, and live. Just live. And die one day. Never have feelings of my soul, only ones my body has. And live…
And that's exactly where my time sinks, but that's gotta be no problem at all, since I don't seem to have a life outside my own worlds. There are too much those worlds, as a matter of fact. And, yes, it seems like everybody is lying to me. Maybe there's no truth, after all. Maybe there is even no real world at all, just a dominant world of mine.
The only outcome of such a life, is me being afraid. Afraid of being hurt too much, by someone I don't expect to. So, guess what? I lie, just as everybody around me… And, yes, I lie too much. Once I stop to, my life is going to change. Either be blown up (to hell with it, too sad), or it's gonna be a great one, never ending and all (to hell with that planet, we have so much other planets and what's important — we have each other ^_^).
But for now, I'll simply wait, carried by a river of life, wherever this goes. Maybe, it's all for nothing. Maybe I'm no great person, having weirdest ideas on world and humans and all. Maybe, I just have to die and be born again as an ordinary man, with simplest beliefs, ordinary dreams, so fucking boring and simple life, and live. Just live. And die one day. Never have feelings of my soul, only ones my body has. And live…
Sincerely Yours, Dr. Morpheby.
P.S. If there is something, too hard to handle emotionally for me, I switch to English. That occupies my brain and leaves my opinion less emotionally-obscured.
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