I had half the day left in front of me. Half of the day had passed, and I was half dead.
I discovered this profound moment when I desperately tried to focus on something else, something other than the shit in life. This moment was infinite.
Hours later I realized that there was no something else, nothing else. By then the day had ended and so had I.
I fell. I fell with nothing to fall back on. And I kept falling.
I knew the truth. Everyone falls. It's not important to keep rising. What matters is to have something to fall back on.
I am angry in my mind, dead in my bones, burning in my heart, burnt in my soul, losing in my destination, lost in my way.
Dead.
Ready to be born again, to die again, to be born again, only to die again.
What's the point?
I discovered this profound moment when I desperately tried to focus on something else, something other than the shit in life. This moment was infinite.
Hours later I realized that there was no something else, nothing else. By then the day had ended and so had I.
I fell. I fell with nothing to fall back on. And I kept falling.
I knew the truth. Everyone falls. It's not important to keep rising. What matters is to have something to fall back on.
I am angry in my mind, dead in my bones, burning in my heart, burnt in my soul, losing in my destination, lost in my way.
Dead.
Ready to be born again, to die again, to be born again, only to die again.
What's the point?
The reknowned Joker would say - "Whyy sooo seriouss ??"
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' We stopped looking for demons under the bed when we knew that the demons are inside us , Ha ha ha. '