An idiot indeed.
No point to it all.
Just that simple word.
Anger it might be but hate is always and option.
Still and idiot everyone will remain.
So I guess I have no choice but to become an idiot too.
The warmth of idiocy burning in the minds of people.
Life.
One that gives us no option but to join for a while.
What point is there in living, if life is the biggest idiot of them all.
What point is there to these warm nights?
YOU ARE READING
Warm Nights
RandomAt the end of the day we can only lay in bed and realize we're alive.
