The constant cycle of nothingness that has formed inside of my head is quite a wonderful joyride. Sometimes when I look out the window I can relax and take in the scenic routes, although that is only a dream though. I’m trapped inside this never ended thought of how I should really be living life. Am I certainly going to relish in this agony or am I going to revolt and be more than what I could be? It’s its never right or wrong but who cares right?
With so much to tackle in life what’s really worth living for? The materialistic ways of this world or the social constructs we involve ourselves in? I’m just think about it, we build this fantasy land that we love to frolic in but never look beyond the written word. How can this be with such intelligent minds?
Now we’re both lost.
But don’t worry, it was never to be answered. I guess what I really needed to say was, fuck what you think about my sophisticated ways of piecing these words down. The hate I carry can be placed wherever I want and nobody likes to be right there. Such bullshit if you ask me. Such bullshit that this even exist. AND FOR WHAT FUCKING REASON HUH? TELL ME?!
Obligations? yeah so whatever, I’m lazy as fuck and couldn’t give a shit.
Its funny trying to follow a train of thought right?
~ keep it all smiles
exploding rock™ 