ava1on

I find it entirely intriguing and questionable at times  that i write nothing of true substance no facts, no depth words and emotions, vague and perceptual  the irony is that if the opposite were to exist  it was be the same  shall I attempt? Philosophical skepticism  nihilism  I know nothing and nothing matters I could dive deeper  prove my "intelligence"  but should I? What sticks, lands If growth, I'll still thrive  generations of minds can lead to clues but nothing should be taken as testimony  I speak today not to defend myself But rather debate my own mind on the truth  Micro or macro, or anything in between  Again I repeat, it means nothing  Unless in the case it does  Then I suppose I will see if specificity reigns supreme However, the only matter at present is in maintaining personal satisfaction It matters not what others think Or the perception of your reality The only that does survive is your own  An...

for all you stole I hope you never feel that pain you took a day that should be light and crossed it with your name selfish or a jealous soul I know not how you could for graceful is a word you're not to bring such darkness forward  sadness must be all you hold that's all your hands do sow  chaos reaps around you and you've nothing left to show  you let your thoughts corrupt you and your family decay  what do you hope to come from when it's finally your day? trauma cycling forward  will your home still stay the same or will you learn your lesson look your mother in her shame you turned from those that loved you who were welcome to forgive to leave the past behind us  and move on to help you win I harbor no ill will and only wish things could be right  for your sake only at this point, I've got no time  I'm really quite impartial  as time has quick progressed  I've learned you'd never accept a fault and your character too regressed  ...