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We can live and breath, laugh and cry, yet it means nothing. We think of the end and never of now. The past seems to haunt us always, even when we know we cannot change it. We see pain and just walk-on-by and tears become a part of life. When did we stop caring, or did we ever start. When did we look no more or were we always blind? A heart breaks, but we hear no sound, does this mean we can just ignore, for the eyes can see and the body can feel. Why are we chasing after something that is already within us? Are we just too scared to look and accept what we are, who we are and what we know we always have been? I wonder! For love is just a word, oh but how we have built it up and put it on a pedal stool. We throw away what we need, what we want, and never look back, until we know it's gone, and then lay down and cry, asking why, why, why? And what of the journey, the journey of life. Can we really ever know the true meaning, should we? When it all comes to a halt and we sit and think of what has passed and what will be, then we realize that money cannot be eaten, or will just continue walking blindly into the sun...............?

I seriously doubt the world can keep up this standard of bullshit for much longer. How many more people can look at me and call me weird and then look at themselves in the mirror feeling totally normal? It is high time that weird became the new regular, it is so long overdue we are in danger of completely self combusting from an overdose of complete and utter crap. The poison of the world has taken its toll on the masses and they are all but exhausted from the game and are starting to realise that somebody, somewhere, was simply fucking with them, and the rules they once adhered to, are just a series of nonsensical  nonsense.  Commonly known to us as; bullshit