I’m not meant for this world.
I’ve studied the human psyche for so long
and I’ve stretched my mind beyond limits I can never unknow.
We can’t feel happiness without feeling sadness and chemical producers and receptors are a bitch.
And there are so many things in this world I will never understand,
and I’m okay with that,
except when it comes to people.
What is the point of coexisting on this planet
when people can actively and intentionally be hurtful to others,
when the option to not be,
inherently within us human beings.
Especially when everybody hurts,
and everyone agrees they do not like it.
I think about my future,
I feel tired.
I know SOMEONE will try to answer this,
it is folly.
Flommist Blu is an enigma. A metaphor wrapped in an allegory. ‘I am Jack’s colon. If I get cancer, I kill Jack.’ Copyright © 2017 mechanizzm.
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