Diaboliqe

Wasting time is a great way to get to know yourself. It's then when your senses go senseless and dip right into the lazy waters. Leaving yourself afloat only makes you dizzy really, but It's still a feeling worth repeating. It's when you finally figure out everything you've done till now was fooling the puppet master into thinking your strings are comfortable, being innocent but still hiding the body's and holding on to the naivety you never had. Into a river or denial and no true consequence, isn't it just the place you wanna swim in? Your life thus far has been selfish deprivation of the true beauty that is life. I pity you. I pity myself.

I try to believe all the bad that could ever accumulate in a single cut-out of your life time, can be divided into pairs. It’s that old superstition that was telling me all these years that all bad can be counted to two, and then evidently, luck would follow as the third wheel. The problem I never seem to quite grasp in total was how large the evil and how small the luck that follows it would be. I was never impressed with the world and I never tried to fool myself it will look any better tomorrow if I had the pleasures of facing the horrors of today. I don't fool myself into thinking that it's ok, that horrible and unimaginable things

If one had one wish, a wish that could save and purify everything that happened so far. The making of a silver net that would dance through your past letting pass only what was left good, and capturing away what was deemed as evil. Does one ever stop to wonder just how much good there would be left, and would it be enough to live on. If all the bad was trapped and stricken away, would there be any kind of structure left in the person you are now? It would be wonderful to think if the whole of the good would plug up all the empty spaces and make one whole and total, and in fact...good. When you encounter that what can be called the purest kin