There’s a part of me that thinks is all futile There’s a pain that takes over And the gratitude and the light Are just there on side lines of my deep grief of wide understanding Standing alone in the storm of my personal cloud And I just wanna end it I don’t want an ear… Read more I just wanna end it
I hope that there will be an end to my delusions. A point in time where all its left is a desire to have fun in the face of the futility of my efforts to change life Old people dance Knowing that every story has an end, and every moment is a treasure.
You are seen through Whatever filter that opinion may be Who are you then But the universe who can only see itself. In the distortion of the seen A wavy projection from the mere reflection of you Lives in the average, the max and min and in between.
Keep asking questions, you are on the right path.