Something To Die For

When it's cold, it is just the mood for art, it's just to reach a point of view about how the creatures are living...

How they're living, about how they see humans, how they're living with them,  how they're dealing with them...

The weak always getting eaten by the strongest...
Which means that survival for the fittest.

So let us have a look at hope...
It is hope what we are looking for as humans or animals.
Why do animals always have more mercy than humans,  what if they're in the position we are in? will they kill us for living or for the rule of how the world works or for money?.

Let's have a look from a serial killer's perspective...
Is he killing for his desire and hunger for killing, or for the living that he sees that everyone is his or her enemy? come on we are not here to kill each other, but sometimes its the only way to have a good life,  happiness, and joy, hard to explain how it looks like, but it's not hard to have them at the same time, just happiness with sadness,  or joy with despair, that's because we have the deed of consciousness the power of awareness, that made us unstoppable to eliminate anything disruptive for us as humans, the word humanity, always in my mind, but with it the revenge of the mankind is the only solution, just to get free of the prisoner you're in yourself, heaven and hell are not waiting for us to fill them both whatever the number of the creatures, humans will be the only creatures in the first place that can fill the hell not the heaven,  but there are few of them will be in heaven but will adhere a good little presence for how hell is destructive.

The power of love, is always strong but makes you the weakest,  makes you never want to get back to the old you, makes you never want to surrender, but gives you the curse of hurt, the curse of despair, and the curse of memories,  that you will always live to collect your memories, in an old vassal was full of emptiness back in the day, and you will remember those memories and will try to live another day to reach the taste of them one more time,  but the more you're getting old the more you're getting careless,  and the more its getting tasteless for you, your tongue is getting old like you, and your life is getting short, and your beautiful memories dying like a deer that got hunted by an Archer and its soul trying to reach the sky.

But here you are made the most beautiful memory you will never have, the memory of death, the memory that going to leave its forgotten marks in the other's lives, marks that never heal, the knowledge that you will never reach, and wisdom you will never have...

That's what was (Kinney) witnessing with her ocean colored eyes, full of sorrow, while she was hanging herself  with an old rope, broke her neck in just a few seconds, with her pretty smile when her beautiful depressed soul got out of her body to leave it like a mark for the others, of how  depression is very tricky and makes you happy but wearing all the masks of all creatures that have been created

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