Assumptions, assumptions. Pathetic amount of assumptions that dwell in the mind of many. Speak with assumption, speak stupidly, pathetic attempt to know the truth without trying. Hint's of life is never noticed. Hint on doing is long forgotten. Old body, young mind,stagnant thoughts, life is so pathetic. Not mine. Others.

Words that make no sense, words that think one is superior. Emotions rage in heart, seeing not the truth but delusion. Lost in on your own, not knowing what to do. Release this emotion pathetically, in hope to hurt the source of this emotions. Pitiful, so weak. No plans, no idea. Just trying the luck that does not shine forever. Pray for curse, pray for death, pray for pain, pray for suffering. In hope it come's true, but one tend to forget, why would god do that?

Thought's, thoughts, random thoughts.


You can't be both a sinner or a saint, as miracle from god won't happen to you, gift from devil will not come either. You end up suffering, all you have is hope and faith, and heart, heart that will try as far to hold to what he believe. What if what u believe shattered in front of your eyes. Don't expect for a miracle, don't expect for smile of devil. All you can do is smile, eyes stoned, heart heavy and soul shattered. As merciful as god is, as the stars smile across the endless skies, an angelic aura could be felt. A inspiration of thoughts, a void of endless knowledge. A set of new pair of eyes to see logically, a set of mind to think diplomatically, a tongue to speak tactfully, heart to feel reasonably, touch that can feel the wind, tree and air once more. The thought of not being able to read this aura, it amuse me I can't read, it's interesting, though it's killing me, yet it's interesting. You amuse me.