Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying.

I should think we'd live a bit more to the limit.
And maybe, with a little less whining in between.

The pain passes, and the beauty remains.

As humans, we seem to think
that life is too enigmatic, reality, a common wasteland.
In our pain, through our sadness, we lose our love for people.
We love only our pain, we care for only our sadness.
Is love a dying breed?
In our world of instant gratification, of slow and incepid sedation,
have we forgotten our own?
What commonplaces we all share, the pain in which we all revel in,
have we turned a blind eye to our fellow humans?
Yes, I cry.
I cry all the time, but so do you.
If you are a stranger, merely blown here by the winds of chance,
I'll share this with you.

We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends, and I would miss you, do miss you, and think of you very often. Eventhough we might be changing, and of course, trying to find our place in this world, we all know that when tears fall or smiles spread across our faces, we'll find eachother because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing can change so much as to change our comradery.

Everything is illuminated.

It's just like the movies, I eat from the trees.

I need to leave,
And go someplace nice.
Someplace where the ground is cold.
And the city sleeps.

Traveling, I believe produces marvelous clarity.
We are all of us naturally confined.
We are all of us naturally enclosed within ourselves.
We tend to see no farther than the end of our nose.
The world is after all, a great mirror in which we must all see ourselves, in order to know who we are.
I think I've known this all along.
There are so many different types of people.
There are so many different types of point of views.
There are so many opinions, laws, and customs, and new experiences in this world.
These I suspect, teach us to judge wisely on our own, and to teach our judgement to recognize its countless imperfections and natural weaknesses.
Change is the essence of life.
I'm willing to surrender what I am as of now, to what I can become.
Changes for the better or for the worst are always accompanied with discomforts and disatisfaction.
Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence be felt only after its left.
I don't want to be a victim of it just yet.
I want to improve myself as much as possible, and create a person that I can be proud of.