Never shall you fake sadness as you could do happiness. The pure chill against the smiling gift.

To approve or disagree, is to want and not be free.
Only in solitary does the spectator emerge.
Able to see and feel, these worlds are bigger than us.
Yet set astray and thus they flee to come undone.

life made obligatory

I'm fading.
Into a world of nothingness.
The weight of my flesh and the wish to be dust.

I think we're all destroying love, just by having to know what it differs from.
And it's all probably a flaw in our nature. A side-effect of procreation.
It is, deceased. Until, like the phoenix, it returns, just to die another time.

Here we are. Where only now is forever.
And I could die without regret.

I'm not sure about love, but I am desperately searching.
And somewhere, where time ends, it begins.
Out of them all, you make me care.
So illusion or not..