Perpetual happiness in th Garden of Eden got so boring that eating th apple became justified.
About nothing, about something. About everything. Because i just want th morning t come. How th stars miss th sun in th morning skies. My words aren't sentient but they don't have t be for th world. Im in need of a beautiful place where fear isn't saluted. Its dark here, darkness everywhere. If you close your eyes, you see darkness. But if you keep them closed long enough and concentrate hard, you'll see th light. We can keep a notepad w anything at all in cacography, but i almost always choose darkness. Its so simple t impart a deep thought through lyrical language. Much so in comparison t thoughts coated w charm because they don't bring no emotions or lack so much altogether. But i will always get each and every alphabet in my words. An article of faith, that is/ an unshakable belief in something w no need for evidence. I've given up on writing about people because most of 'em mean nothing no more t me. It's just my thoughts and i. Mostly, im pretty contented w who i am, all but how tenderness plays in my head. Every fuckin' thing in fuckin' moderation i've heard. Would you have thought that your mind would ever work this way 10 years before? Did you ever see you becoming, well you right now, a couple of years ago? Absolutely not. So sick of all these thoughts sometimes but without them, what would i be writing? Peeling scabs and staring at oxygen, what comes next? Anything i wanna come next. So many times i'd rather say fuck it and i have but i just end up having t come back t this page, whether staring at a blank screen for hours or actually piecing my thoughts together verbally, has always been my solution. So many things i'd like t say t so many people. From th ones who never thought i could become who i am and do what i did/ in your face fuckin' cunts, th ones who'd die inside just from speaking gracefully about someone/ fuck yourselves w all your words but then again even words i hold so close t me and never would be worthy of that. T th ones who without them i don't know what i'd do, very few fall under this category but more than sufficient t keep my heart beating. Th ones who would do th unthinkable for me, th ones i should appreciate much more than i do at times, ones i'd die for, th ones i would cherish forever. Infinite thoughts circling my brain mimicking electrons rotating th axis of an atom. Science, always science. But science goes only so far, then comes God. Fuck evolution for now. I lost my connection w God a long time ago. But i always believe its never too late, fuckin' cliche yeah. All that talk on how we shouldn't listen t our hearts but our brains instead, fuck that. Follow your heart because it somehow already knows what you truly want t become, everything else is secondary. Fuck dogmas or what i better like t say, fuck th world. It may all be utter rubbish, everything i say. But th only meaning anything has, is th meaning we give it.
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