You know…the things that you see around this world are …magnificent. I don’t mean this is an optimistic way. People are dying all around you. People are hurting even when you can’t see it. Fuck, the world doesn’t want to see it. I hurt. I burn. My heart is charred. There is no fuel that makes the fire inside burn anymore. It just died. It died with all the magnificent things in the world around it. Kids. Don’t people just love to live through them? Adults say “I want to be young again” kids say “I can’t wait to grow up” …people are never happy. I’m never happy. You can’t really be. I don’t think there is such a thing. There is always something to criticize and where would be if we couldn’t criticize the world? Better off? Who really knows…better yet, who the fuck cares other than me? Where are the people in the world that see it the way that I do? Where are the people that think the way that I do? Where they hell are they all hiding? Why aren’t they with me? Pondering life’s ponders wondering life’s wonders. Do I always have to sit under the stars alone? Why isn’t the universe answering my damn questions? And why is that everything always feels like its spitting in my face? And where the hell are these supposed soul mates that I hear about all the time? Fuck that. They don’t really exist these damn wonderful connections to people. Fuck that. It doesn’t happen. And so I’m alone….just…here alone on this hill underneath the damn stars. Why are they turned up so bright? Alone in the darkness of my thoughts….
