What is it that haunts me...
Why is it that i still get sleepless nights
Why is it that a cigarette talks to me better than any friend of mine does..
Why is it that whisky calls to me....
Why do I have to write down my thoughts here ...
Why do I have to know who I am...
Why do I have to know the consequences of my actions..
Why do i have to know if my thoughts are good or evil..
What flys fuck difference will it make...
Even if it does make a huge difference..
Lets say the future of the world depends on a;; of those things…
Is it worth it..
No fucking way…
If the world ends in a blink.. So be it...
Blink..
Shit we are all still here....
nah I am not against life or relations or values..
Just that at times i feel its sooo over valued...
Its all become soo fragile...
People who are afraid to question their very basic believes ..what future can await them...
People who cling on to their pa..what glories of future wil welcome them !
I pity those around me who
need the familiarity of places around them to breath..
For whom the very thought of change radical or minute is as pain full as the shrieking sound of steel on rock...
I pity those people who need to believe that they and their family are basically good...
Who are afraid to test themselves...
Only those who have come victorious in the great agnipareeksha of our own self has the right to live..
rest all must perish..
rest all are just meant to be manure.
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