I don't know if these words are from me or from a character I am yet to create.
But this sums up a big part of who I am, sharply and concisely.
No sugar coating, no further explanations.



I can do anything, I just have to figure out what the right thing to do is, so I can do it.

Is it to shut up, keep my head down and do my work while never questioning?
Is it to let go of the fire that I was gifted with so I can get a good job, get money and be happy?

I refuse to become another slave to this system, to become another rusting gear in a machine that is rolling towards a vile, catostrophic, pathetic and wasteful end.

I might as well burn down an orphanage, or piss in the mouths of new born babies.

I might as well put a gun into my mouth and paint the walls with my brains.
At least I'd manage to change something, even if it's just the interior design of a house.

I'd be achieving more than every week bastard that just let the world walk over them





"If the fate of humanity is to decay into pathetic nothingness, if our destiny is extinction by our greed and ignorance, I never, ever want to say that I played a part in it. When I die and go wherever I go, I want to be at peace knowing that I was the one who fought a tank with a bag of rocks, who swung a baseball bat at a missile, who tried to take on a gun with a sling shot. I want to be the guy who did everything he could."

And so he he wrote for a moment.

The external rain
Paired with the internal thoughts
Perfect company


In my well made bed
I swim with my unkempt mind
In a stream of glass

Fragile clarity
So hard to grasp, almost liquid
It sits in my hands

Though now I hold it
Tomorrow it will slip through
Twas just a moment

A moment quite true
Life is just moments, moments,
wasted, without you.