Asking

Sometimes i ask myself,
why do we ever have to love and get hurt?
and get hurt to know what love is?
Maybe that's just how life goes..
that's how we live and survive..
To love or be loved,
to hurt or be hurt,
to break or to be frozen...

Answer ME

Can you understand this feeling?
Feel of remorse and pain,
drawing closer to the pit of emptiness,
light over thrown by darkness.

Does happiness exist?
An illusion which eludes oneself from sanity.
Can happiness be created?
Another man's ploy for deception.

What is real?
Lies and deceits.
What is in reality?
Inevitable, alluring and empowering delusion of happiness.

Do you have this loneliness?
Drawn by remorse and pain,
trapped inside the pit of emptiness,
engulfed by pitch darkness.

KISS

Keep It Simple Stupid
a reminder i need to post for myself and for others
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When things of this world get very complicated... Live to Simplify..