the gray rain changes with us as we age.
can it be simple?
the human existence is inexplicable.
society tells you when to smile and when to cry.
disclaimer: this only applies to a situation that happens to oneself, not to others. for instance, you really shouldn’t laugh at a funeral unless the deceased wanted it.
the universe guides my hand,blindly, i follow Fate, cruel mistress,as thorn traps scratch my souland golden frogs rip out my heart,i walk down Fate’s path blindly,looking for something that isn’t there do you believe in fate or choice? or a mixture of both? to believe in fate or to not believe in fate, that isContinue reading “fate”
is it fate that movesus down winding paths of fearof rain and thunder?
I have since I entered middle school searched long and far to the answer of uniqueness. Perhaps I should start off with a question. After all, you cannot have an answer, but not a question. The question of uniqueness is a simple one. It is one of the ages. It is one that constantly plaguesContinue reading “The Question of Uniqueness: Pondering the Asinine”