Afterthought

Afterthought of life is easy – everybody’s gotta die someday.

Life has no sense. Reality is full of stereotypes, naivety, lack of understanding and pure stupidity, therefore it is so difficult to accept it. A man is asking: who am I? Who’s he to somebody and who’s he to himself? Why others don’t accept him? I don't know why, but I know: my destination is to be alone.

What's the worst? Didn’t know what I want? No. The worst is to know that I won’t get what I want. That I cannot escape my own fears.  Most ironic is the fact that the greatest limitation is which imposes upon myself. If I wanna do so much I’ll have to be brave about escape from my own nature. It's so funny and childish: I prefer to suffocate with the accumulation of emotions than take liberties to be alive.

What about love? Probably is dead. Finally I craved love. I had hope and I still have, cause hope dies at the end. The rest of my life I’ll spend alone. Simply and originally.