Imagine, if you will, a transparent sphere floating in space. The sphere is maybe a 1/4 of the moons size, give or take. Out of this massive sphere u see flashes of light and an overall orange glow. As you come closer you see a man atop the sphere. As you come even closer you see he is only a young boy. If you were to approach the boy he would probably tell you to watch with him. Watch what? Well, if you look down, you will see the fiendish sight the boy is so delighted by. As you stare on in horror at the souls ripped from their bodies and mass graves filled with atrocities, you can only wonder what the boy finds so fascinating. If you asked he would say something like this..I am the one who keeps him sane. I am the one who sees the truth he cannot admit. I watch with joy because i am indifferent and because I am saving myself.
I don't like this, I like the idea I originally had, then it devolved into that. Blah, probably because I don't know what I want to write right now. I want to write about nameless heartless cunt buckets who shit all over the latter part of my lifes work. But im probably not going to. Perhaps about lying and indecision. I'm so fucking mad..fucking hurt..never again. Not making these mistakes anymore. I made clean clear decisions with repercussions, this wont happen again..
You know whats its called when you search for youth and what it means to you after its passed right? Lay in it..
