I am afraid to smile.
Every time I feel happy someone has to destroy it. Should I
live forever so empty? Why?
Every time I feel like everything is perfect one person
comes along and destroys the happiness before I can even
grasp that one is doing it to me. I feel like I stand on a
carpet and someone comes along and just pulls it right under
my feet, but my eyes are shut and by the time I realize such
cruelty has been turned towards me I am already lying on the
cold floor, drowning in the blood dripping from my wounds.
I am falling into a pit, someone is waiting at the bottom to
catch me in his arms, but the pit is bottomless. My falling
state will not begin and will not end.
Dreams of euphoria. I have no true life. All is borrowed
from a dream I try to live.
All search for an answer to life; but life is not a
question, life is not a problem, and life is not a puzzle;
life cannot be solved.
Are we walking in the right direction? Or are we just a herd
of helpless ants walking to our death under a child's shoe?
Is our misery someone else's pleasure?
Silence.
All, be gone. I cannot feel once more. I cannot see, I
cannot hear. Nothing. |
