03:57:00
Black Cat
I was thinking. I'm alone most of the time... I never said to anyone what was really going on my mind. I always wore a surface mask, and oh, I am so good at posing as somebody else ... Only me and Him know who I really am ... Why ... Because I've always been the ''glove friend''. What is this? A glove ... How? ...
A glove usually fits your hand... a glove keeps you warm whenever you call for it, it gives you some protection against cold. But what about the glove? Who will protect her from the cold? When you use it, you send it a bit of your warmth back too, but when you take it off, she's cold again. And yes, you use the glove only when it is cold, then you take it off, you get rid of her. No matter how good it feels when the glove protects you from the cold, you prefer the warmer times, when you no longer need it. Humans...
There is more or less stupidity in everything a human being thinks or feels. I know that many good moments cannot compensate for one bad moment, because that remains buried somewhere deep, just like you cannot atone for your sins through human justice. But is this not normal? The dissatisfaction of the human animal, no matter how many dreams (delusions) would see the reality in his life, is a continuous run towards depleted or repeated attempts to find a meaning in life. Life seems to have no meaning, this is actually the life philosophy of many ... but ... life should have a meaning! You cannot go on with your eyes closed!
Life is like a straight road with many, many, too many intersections. How do you know which is the right way for you, if you just go on chasing poles, like I did, for a long time. I followed poles, I went from pole to pole without a purpose ... but, did anyone ever understand how cold I was? Every feeling that someone tried to project in me, hit a stone. It got me as warm as some silk lying on a corpse. The people I love are my family and two dear friends I have. Now ... but first, I thought I hated everyone.
A quote from a long time ago:
‘My trust is fucking dead. It's thanks to you cunts stabbing me in the fucking back, you and every one of these fake, righteous "human beings". Fuck you very much.’
There is more or less stupidity in everything a human being thinks or feels. I know that many good moments cannot compensate for one bad moment, because that remains buried somewhere deep, just like you cannot atone for your sins through human justice. But is this not normal? The dissatisfaction of the human animal, no matter how many dreams (delusions) would see the reality in his life, is a continuous run towards depleted or repeated attempts to find a meaning in life. Life seems to have no meaning, this is actually the life philosophy of many ... but ... life should have a meaning! You cannot go on with your eyes closed!
Life is like a straight road with many, many, too many intersections. How do you know which is the right way for you, if you just go on chasing poles, like I did, for a long time. I followed poles, I went from pole to pole without a purpose ... but, did anyone ever understand how cold I was? Every feeling that someone tried to project in me, hit a stone. It got me as warm as some silk lying on a corpse. The people I love are my family and two dear friends I have. Now ... but first, I thought I hated everyone.
A quote from a long time ago:
‘My trust is fucking dead. It's thanks to you cunts stabbing me in the fucking back, you and every one of these fake, righteous "human beings". Fuck you very much.’
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