It seems that I can’t represent my mind thoughts with my mouth I sometimes think either my brain or mind is behind the other. like a rattling machine, I produce sub quality works.

sometimes i think to be alone is to know that all you have is yourself. to be happy with yourself alone is to know yourself.

I need a distraction to focus my mind. I need to forget everything and concentrate on one something. I need purpose to take away all emotion, forget all guilt and all love and hate. I will not love for I don’t want loss nor ownership but a purpose i seek form the world.

The worse thing about being wrong is thinking you were right, and all your intentions were right but because of things that you couldn’t determine at the time, it becomes wrong because of them. The question really is should I? should I have been able to determine these things? The longer you ask this question …

portray yourselves, lady on the arm – emit and aim that which you deem you have. Your Emptiness is deceiving – nothing feels like so much more but is so much less. I see the emptiness in your gaze my dear. It is like a thousand burnt-out stars, a million dried tears and an everlasting …

In a world that wants answers, my respite is not providing any. In a world that tries and denies, to get the upper-hand, I let them fight with themselves.

I’m ever at war with the will to be alone and that to be more than just me. I choose to be be exclusive but their are times that I feel otherwise. I can say anymore for it is so. All that is left to do is to burn from within.

I’ve got to try to finish my conversations on a high a happy note. it leaves a good impression u imagine.

I don’t have proof that god exists, other than surely the force that let all things be. No scientific proof, to the extent that I’ve not performed any study however, perhaps the closest I can get is that I can get is to say I believe in my own personal God. I can’t prove that …