Be afraid, be very afraid...
It's things like this that fools us into believing that there are questionable unquestionable things around us. |
To think that it was all going according to plan. And to think it was all fine, just so fine. And it was fine, actually. Unfortunately, something came to strike a devastating blow, unbelievably depressing as it was. You can crawl back up, but you can't. You know why, and you can't. You ain't gonna get back up...
Till 'it' comes you. The sense of wanting to rise, and rise, and fall spectacularly once more. Now the last part is not as bad as it sounds, of course. Anyway, you have to realize that this is a made-up story of nothingness; no truth to any of this. Or is there? Is there any truth to what any of you have been trying to believe? Is the world really made of little things which we have believed are true, but really aren't?
But, who actually cares? Why bother about this kind of 'stuff' ? Let's just go home, and live in our own fancy world. Darn, it's hard to ridicule intelligence when you have to.
Truthfully though, if there's any consolation, we are made as how we would be made. Huh? Simply, don't try to make-believe what we already believe. Don't try. At the end of the day, at the end of the tunnel, at the horizon of sunset, no one gives a ****. Why?