Wasted Existence I wish you would drive the knife in (really I do) for you are right I concur what is the worth and point of your life? Spending your days in your dark rooms hiding behind your veil of tears you are wasting resources producing nothing other than your own misery. So why hesitate? your own demise you have set yourself upon feeding off the compassion ...
Hopes and fears swing Like a pendulum, And there are transient joys, Somewhere in between, During the transition...
"Irony is a way of saying the truth is too boring." - David Foster Wallace Well, poetry goes for that as well. And thus the following is the boring truth: I feel like ****, and then I feel okay. But never good. I work all day and get very little satisfaction. I hardly get to do much and thus I am able to write very little. Whenever I try writing I just look at it and see it as absolute ****. I think "you couldn't write for pennies". Same goes for ...
Darkness peers into infinite space, And all the dried seeds of yesteryear Are finally past, an empty void A tunnel of no end With light stacked upon stacks Boulders pushed upon boulders Silence into eminence.
Is there a formula to know truth, or a logical process to understand the self? Is there any answer to all our questions, is there any final truth? There is a final truth, a final end, an answer to all the questions, an end to all the paths, the resting place of all existences. Anything is possible, it is even possible to break free of all illusion, to abide and grow in truth, and to ...
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