اگزیستانسیال

in a world where only selective systems run, there’s no hope for a miracle. it's only fighting.

i'm not ashamed of being alive, i'm ashamed that i wasn't the one died. there’s vase difference between these.

looking at the sunrise, thinking about the lives that deserved to see this as well but they didn't let them.

3:27 years of suffering had turned into something different, stronger, more meaningful. an absolute hatred towards everything, and everyone.

i'm a worthless, useless human. so are you.

there is no way i can escape. the wish to murder all of them, to rip off their heads, to slit their throats, to blow their brains out and to dance on their bones.

i'm afraid of the fact that i may don't have it in me anymore, even not a single drop.

if i let out, i'm afraid i won't get back.

there's nothing in it's right. but there's a lot of wrongs that shouldn't take places, but they do.

in a world where that the one who is full of joy for living, gets killed and the one who yearns for death, survives.

i can't feel sorry. sorry-ness can't describe the amount of shame i in my chest for being the one who is still living.

angels on the sideline again, benched along with patience and reason, wondering where this tug of war will end.

5:42 fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky and fight over life, over blood, over air and light, over love, over sun, over another fight for the time, for the one, for the rise.

2:48 monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground. silly monkeys, give them thumbs, they make a club and beat their brother down.

1:40 angels on the sideline, baffled and confused. father blessed them all with reason and this is what they choose?