Re-posts

You know, there are no real answers. Answers are pointless without the questions. Questions that defy the universe, an eternity of doubt. Doubt yourself now, because what else are you left to do? To do, to be, to find the truth. The truth is lies, all bundled up in a nice little package, made conveniant for you by those you could care less. I could care less about your existence, or is it that you could care less for me? For me, the world will darken, in shades of grey. Shades of grey can hide the truth, and define the lies. Lies of what you never knew, never wanted to see. To see the truth is to become one with whatever you've lost. Lost yourself in an empty shell, hiding from your fears. Fears of life, fears of people, fears of fear. Fear is to live life in hiding, and why not? Why not do anything you want to, why not? Why not touch the sky, or dance in the rain? The rain keeps pouring and drowning you out. Drowning in a sea of sorrow. Sorrow can only be played so softly by you in a mourning tone of hate and despair. Why do you hate, why do you despair, when the world has too much to be happy for? Happiness can lighten you, and make you erase the hate. Hate pulls at you, tugs at you and you are lost again. Lost because the world just won't give you the answer key. A key to an eternal breath.