What my eyes have seen

The secret to life is not living

To understand this life is so be oblivious.

Pretend the screams in your head are silent.

See the screams from others without fear.

If your heart is not dripping with love,

 it does not mean hatred has replaced it.

Solitude is key to pure comprehension.

Voices only tie knots in the strands that are your mind.

Acting for another is acting out of greed for your self,

Simply muting it with the social image of kindness.

To be alive,

To be happy,

Is to grow without the adapted need for nurture.