there could be times and feelings that never had to exist in the first place.

NO, NOTHING IS CERTAIN, NOT ANY MORE

Perhaps

I've never had a calling to be something other than the feeling I have to run away from everything.
And these days it's getting harder to get my shit together and not leave everyone behind with their thoughts to haunt them. And I wouldn't even care, I'd look for the most beautiful thing I can see and I would want to die in that moment. This feeling surpasses everything and I can't even get it in to words properly. It may make me irresponsible, but I need to be what I mean to be.

Perhaps, I like that word. So perhaps, it's one of those days. Or perhaps it's the winter.

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.