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Written on:Friday, June 27, 2008

What does all of this mean? I run my hands over the pattern of tribal lines and squiggles, words carved into walls of ancient stone,this goes on for miles and miles what does this say? I cant read its language I cant recognize it from anywhere before I don't even think Man has left this.. This trace..this hint.. the answer to life everyone wants peace but no one is willing to figure it out everyone cries for happiness but no one wants to walk the journey towards the hidden remedy you say I'm over dramatic, "its just life. Smile,Live it". but I'm not the crazy one, because life isnt so simple,once your on your knees,now is it? and Life isnt so easy,when youre crying for someone to help you,now is it? Only when youre bleeding inside,is when the hysterics finally pour out from within you.. only when the inside of your head,is so sore and scarred from thinking,nonstop.. do your eyes finally open to what you live around and amongst. but what makes you think that life is simple,just because you wear a smile? its all the same its to beautiful to be labeled as simplicity life isnt short your outlook is only limited your eyes are just closed theres something to figure out Theres an answer to all your problems a cure for all your fear and hesitance but no one wants to dirty their knees with devotion just to find it I want to find it. theres a secret deep beneath the crust of this earth in between the cracks of the tile floor all amongst the stained fragments on the fabric of your bed sheets in the freckles on a childs fresh face in the dirt on a homeless womans battered fingers in the intensity of every tear you shed. it looks like just a drop of liquid,doesnt it?well,its not. its much more than that. its made up of much more than what it visually and physically appears to be. its caused by a war of chaotic emotions,from the inside of you..raging on.it hurts until you let it out,and cry. how can everyone be so careless and stereotypical? so many brainwashed heads.. stereotypical for stereotyping. Its driving me crazy I cant even sleep because of this thought A cure for depression A murderer of misery I want to find it. i need to find it. I'm eaten alive by the agony that seeps deep inside of me "go away!" but it will never leave. not until i decipher this concept not until I dig in ,elbow deep..within the complexity theres something to unravel a yarn..a thread.. or an elegant lace of some sort. suddenly,i feel like i have a purpose. i feel like i'm meant to do something amazing in this world theres this page that must be turned,and read..over and over again. but its like the world is to lazy and effortless to actually read. Or at least even scan over with their eyes! Am I the only one who wants to stop this ache? this pain? todays media,overpowering every single mind and brain cell memorizing,hypnotizing rays from computer screens and tiny little particles of nonsense coming from your tvs it looks good,it seems good.seems normal.everyones doing it.everyones watching it. the negativity in the news,and fucking ridiculously sick sort of entertainment from soap operas. all of this,taking you away from the natural essence of life. Its pulling you into some sort of cult like,outlook and way of thinking something spiritually artificial lyrical clan of brainwashing the music is pretty,but the message is pure fucking suicide. you think i'm overreacting? you think i'm overanalyzing? NO. youre just not paying attention youre just not looking closely and then you have the nerve to question your personal sorrow and you get freaked out when you cant pinpoint the reason why you just had the biggest and most depressing moodswing ever. look around you. Life is not all fun and games, yet life is not all tears and pain its merely what you make of it so why do you keep stamping life with stickers of judgment? "be happy" "stop being pathetic" "dont be emo" "youre over-dramatic" "life is to sshort to cry" If life is to short to cry..?? then life must be to short to feel..because crying is an emotion, something that should be embraced,and bravely endured. just like happiness. everyone is a big contradiction you just need someone to echo your statements just so you can hear yourself and your hypocritical traits can travel back to your own ears I feel alone,yet surrounded by people who understand me and perhaps if i explain well enough,they can even join me. theres something to discover theres the biggest fucking adventure,And I want to explore this.. every inch of this earth. every hand of every person strangers lovers enemies I just..need to figure this out. My purpose. The reason,for life..for everything. for the leaves on fucking trees for the soil on the ground for the wounds on the black top streets scuffed up,broken pieces of the floor what made this? where did it originate? man?cars? i want to soak in curiosity i need to find this answer this security maybe its just mental.. or maybe it really is just completely physical. the remedy,that is. look out your window. look all around you. dont just stare. ACTUALLY look. comprehend what lies ahead of you understand what is stepped on,underneath you feel the faces passing you by dont just judge them. theres an answer somewhere. answer to everything in life. Lets find it.