Darkness. It fills the air and everything around me. Everywhere I look, it seems to be compelled with rage or sorrow. Is there nothing that can truly be ‘happy’? Along with lies and tears there is shame and fear. Is there any way to escape this? Is there are world beyond ours that we can truly call home? A world entirely our own, not only in our dreams but simply beyond our reach? Is it that all we need to do is forget the rage or sorrow, and the same and fear, and just live
Thursday 22 March 2012
What A Horrible Life
(old Facebook note)
Darkness. It fills the air and everything around me. Everywhere I look, it seems to be compelled with rage or sorrow. Is there nothing that can truly be ‘happy’? Along with lies and tears there is shame and fear. Is there any way to escape this? Is there are world beyond ours that we can truly call home? A world entirely our own, not only in our dreams but simply beyond our reach? Is it that all we need to do is forget the rage or sorrow, and the same and fear, and just live
Darkness. It fills the air and everything around me. Everywhere I look, it seems to be compelled with rage or sorrow. Is there nothing that can truly be ‘happy’? Along with lies and tears there is shame and fear. Is there any way to escape this? Is there are world beyond ours that we can truly call home? A world entirely our own, not only in our dreams but simply beyond our reach? Is it that all we need to do is forget the rage or sorrow, and the same and fear, and just live
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