yes, it is sad, but what is life without sadness?
why are things the way they are?
the moon is smudged in the sky with a thumb and twisted half way like how you get a fingerprint (if you hold your hand out, just the right size!)
white paint
stars are sprinkled like pepper, a flicker
into the black, black is not black
a very deep shade of white
do people escape destiny? what seems to be the way out is only the way in
skin is as dirty as money, we clean ourselves but we only clean the surface, in many ways money is cleaner than human, they're only dirty on the outside
love is like skin, it hides our blood and bones, it used to be smooth but soon it becomes rough
with time everything becomes rough, stupid, and ugly
why must we grow old? why must love grow old?
why must we think! why can i not stop thinking, why do you make me think! what is there to life, a never ending circle no in no out no nothing just a constant repetition of More and Less sadness and the lesser it gets you think you have happiness but its just an illusion life is an illusion dreams are illusions you are an illusion no more real than me, i do not exist but a mere shadow, what if all i am is just a shadow, a shadow in the night and no one would see because i would blend in but i would also not exist because no light no shadow and the moon is not a moon
it is a circle
just kidding
its my fingerprint didn't i tell you so
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