In all the ways, I cannot find the truth. The truth to be revealed to me. In so much of my life, I find the pain, torment to be a comfort for while shifting is a steady distraction from other parts of life. That I cannot find my bearings in anyway shape or form. The only form, I possess is painful and unenlightened through the day a confusing existential one. YOU KNOW WHAT!!! THIS IS BORING SHIT, AND BARELY UNDERSTANDABLE. I MEAN EXCEPT TO MY CRAZY BRAIN.
P.s. This stuff is meant to spill my soul, and since pain is soulless, I guess I am too. Sad, sad, and illogically the answer to my question. It doesn't reflect on a my life's meaning though. Still haven't found the door on that one.
P.s. This stuff is meant to spill my soul, and since pain is soulless, I guess I am too. Sad, sad, and illogically the answer to my question. It doesn't reflect on a my life's meaning though. Still haven't found the door on that one.
