Fragile.

We are all so fragile in this world.

Hanging by every breath.

Looking towards a future that only ends.

What is life without sorrow, or grief. If it’s anything, it is nothing we know.

What to give in to:

hopelessness, despair

cherished moments

Time, is the dripping of a leaky hose, unable to be plugged.

We are rolling, better hang on, otherwise the fall seems dizzying.

Time spent or time wasted.

Fool’s sayings giving peace in forms appealing to those that cling to them.

Everyone is alone inside.

While nothing in this existence satiates the loneliness or the misunderstanding, we seek comfort.

Comfort is found where comfort is offered.

There is nothing more.

This world isn’t cruel, it’s only the world. And we, members of it. We exist in this world and obey it’s rules, but we are not limited to mere subjects of it.

Feudalism died ages ago.

So we make habits of our existence, creating peace amongst the horror.

Choice, is our gift.

Life, is full of rules and limitations.

May the boundaries continue to be rearranged.