Trying to understand…
My mind is just not capable to handle the callowness of this ill-advised world.
Anything that could be called such a thing as happiness or understanding had been amputated. Gone and lost forever, only covered up with fakeness that leads the mind to believe in false things; Illusions. To them it's the only happiness they've ever known; To me, things that mean absolutely nothing. Material things build a certain comfort for the people willing to believe, but once again a false comfort in which I could never reside in. The one thing I have ever been able to find comfort or happiness in is something that will never be mine and at times I wonder if that too was not a false comfort. Comfort in which I want to believe honestly brings me happiness and will do so until the end of time. And every time I think these thoughts that I know are nothing more than an illusion, I realize that I too believe in false things and am no different than the rest of the world, fake as it may be. And the things I once referred to as human ignorance, are no more than human habit.
