Lost in a time in which nobody can determine their own goals. Life tells you what to do, and all that you have ever wanted is lost. So many strive for immortality, yet immortality is only a longer presence on this hellhole we call earth. The child sits, as he wonders, why do people do what they do? Why do people commit suicide? What would be the point of ending your life at the worst possible moment, if life is ended, shouldn't it be ended at the most glorious time? Why is the sky blue? Of all colors to color endless boudries... why blue? Isn't blue the color for sorrow? Does this conclude that eternity itself will be sorrowful? Sound familiar? This child grows inside all of us, asking endless amounts of questions, and we hardly even grace it's presence. I am the only one that pressures myself into answering the child. Am I the crazy one for talking to my inner self? Or are you the crazy one for not listening... Either way, all will be answered someday. Everything has to come to an end, all that shimmers in life eventually burns out. If you understand, please enter my site and read my poetry. If you don't understand, enter and read anyways, you may learn something. Thank you for visiting... >:-]



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