It's all in my head

As cheesy as it is, I don't believe in humanity.

Time births and kills us.

It impressions and frees.

Can be perceived but we cannot comprehend forever.

As the wheels turn so do our lives.

You know, death is a secret relief from life. The pain we choose to feel always gets to us.

The pain cripples time to show nothing has changed.

When will time stop? When will the pain be over?

Unless we choose to enjoy both, we will never see the day. Living in a blank white darkness of something in between.

Mysteries flood the halls, writing stories we had no intention of reading.

You're reading this one, so you could say you're doing the universe a favor.