The Meaning To #life In short; there is no meaning to #life When we, as a species, dies out, the world won’t stop, stars won’t disappear from the sky. Everything will just continue as it did, worlds will keep spinning, stars will keep burning. We, are nothing. Meaning in the face of everything else. “But that’s as a species” “As individuals we have meaning” No, we don’t As you will find that your entire perception of reality is made in your conscience, relationships, colours, noises, smells, emotions; all made by your conscience. It’s all in your head, literally. A figment of your imagination. Even the the question of #life was created in someones head. And to make this matter worse, you’re all alone, you can’t witness other people’s conscience, It’s just yours. Imagining other people personalities. You make all the ideas of contact in your head. You are alone. Forever.

Dear "friend" I’ve lived my #life in a shroud of fear. heaven; nor hell, could break my faith in nothing. I’ve become an idol to none; and none were my idol. my dreams are fantasies dancing in my head. A self-made delusion created to protect me and my mind from the grim truth of reality; the reality that my #life is over and my dreams are lying around me in a scattered and chaotic mess. But from this chaos formed a phoenix of fiery desire; a desire to trample and destroy those who thought I was nothing, who reduced my soul to a decaying shell, leaving me as the personification of complete voidness; leaving me this cataclysmic #life. No more are the days were my blood boomed the voices of the damned as they Screamed and begged me to pour them out. No more of living in a world of darkness; a world where suicide was a second chance of something better, and #life was nothing but a burden. I would write and write and write words in sentences, in paragraphs, in chapters; my pen scarring the page the same way a razor would. The complex sentences would manifested in my mind until i saw perfection in the flaws! For me, my dear friend, suicide is not an option. I will not die my my own hands, I will not spill my blood over my own bitterness. Instead i will spill theirs. I'll see you soon.

Hunter Your mind is so perfect Your soul is divine and maybe; one day? It will be nothing but mine. your deluded, abstract. you’ve been lead quit astry. prying, so fear-filled, the perfect weak prey. your mind is collapsing, your heart so dismayed. but focus on this. my words and my whey. my words are protection, from me; so please do stay. from the light I intend to lead you away. because I am the chills that run up your back. I am the eyes that piers from the cracks I am the blood, the soul, the divine, and know, This day, you’ll be nothing but mine. your heart for my mantle, your bones for my bread, but hush my desire. don’t turn your head

Maybe There’s this boy I see everyday. He's there, I think he's nice. He has nice ash hair and fair skin. He's listening to coldplay. I fell over. There’s this boy I see everyday. He's there, I like this boy. He looks uneasy, he's quiet today. He's drawing something. I wasted my day thinking about talking to him. There’s this boy a see somewhat regularly. He's there, but, not really. He's almost blank. He's leaving already. I know I love him. There was this boy sometime ago. I know where he is, and that’s where he stays. He said he loved me, he said sorry; too. I wish I talked to him. maybe it’s my fault

My Wish I guess it's systematic; Of my slight infatuation. I need it, have to have it . I'll take over; domination.