Curiosity Gets The Best Of You

Prosperous Night

These thoughts keep me up on a moonless night giving my thoughts light that ignites me from the real world to the world of pure passion waiting to burst the bubble in peoples hearts. Making me wonder how things would be different if I did things in a more distinctive manner.  Would I shine more in the light? Would people see me as a better person or would they see me more of a careless freak who plays with peoples feelings till she's amused by what she's done. Why can't I just fit in society and be "normal" like how everyone wants me to be. There's a lot of things I want to scream at till my head pops like a champagne bottle and all my brain matter spurts out onto the pale walls, painting it in different shades of red.

These are the type of thoughts that I know will haunt me till I'm in my grave rotting while people spit and curse at the burial, not respecting the dead but only to mock them. But they know that one day that will truly be them. Crying and telling their so-called "god" to forgive them but to no avail they don't get what they wanted, asking for forgiveness but there's no use. They should've known their actions and how it can lead to different types of consequences, clean or foul you still get an effect from your actions. Don't you? .

Untruthful to their people, telling them false accusations. Knowing that they have more authority over the indisposed, Recognising that those halfwits will listen to any crap that goes out of their mouth.  This is the reason for war, they tell their people they're right but deep down the wise know the profanities.

Why pity my fate? . I don't need your futile pity. I'm perfectly fine without your sympathy. I'm a perfectly fine human. Am I lying to myself again aren't I? . I'm not fine , I'm far from fine. If i were fine then why would I be up at the abyssal night thinking about things that aren't even in my reach of concern. I still dwell my thoughts in the people I used to trust, used to put them on the apex of the throne, I can't take this anymore. Even if I have validation that this conflict is pointless and that the other soul is corrupted in the mind, those dimwits will choose another path, because they don't have the thinking of what's right or wrong. Right and wrong is something humans made up, but Mother Nature doesn't define right or wrong, it chooses its own path, so why can't those dimwits have that thinking in their heads. They did truly came from those people that thought they were the best and demolishing the slaves as if it was a dodgeball game. One strike, two strike, that's how long it took them to resolve a conflict in their little game of dodgeball. Telling their people sorry thinking that it will make us joyous and accept them without receiving a proper penalty. Is this what you call an apology or do you think it's a magic word that will make us forget the foul treason you've committed.

Always waiting to be praised for my writing only to be ignored, up until now, individuals reading my words that I cry out. Not being able to tell them but to write them in the world of passionate spirits that await to be freed, showing their vehemence to the world. Oh how I'm crying to the world for vandalising my once innocent mind and crushing it into pieces of cement. Building brand new roads to blood-shedding combat. When will my willow soul find its peace?.