“
alone.
completely alone.
once again.
will i figure this out this time?
or is this the end?
i am not sure if i want to die.
not sure if i want to end it all now.
another city.
another bar.
another hangover.
france.
same different people.
same different questions.
same different answers.
will i figure this out?
will this pain result in something?
walking in the rain.
soaked.
lost.
writing this.
for what?
just another alcoholic asshole.
selfish.
unable to love.
pretending.
fuck you.
fuck me.
fuck all of this.
”
“View it all as a play, and you will be a joyful child again.”
“We create stories about ourselves e.g. I am a self-destructive romantic philosopher. And if we do not live up to it, and we are not perceived like that by others, we suffer. Solution? Change the story?”
“Everyone wears a mask. Some are aware of it, some are not.”
“As long as there is food and toys for the population, change of power will never happen.”
“If you look for consistency and no contradictions, don't talk to me.”
“When you judge others, assume there is no free will. When you judge yourself, assume there is.”
“Where there is no meaning, there is hedonism.”
play.
just fucking play.
why wouldn't you?
oh, i know why.
you forgot you are going to die.
your mind is filled with shit.
aging.
ending up alone.
you are so afraid of it.
you became bitter.
dull.
just another.
same.
as others.
you stopped looking at the sky.
you stopped looking at the moon.
when was the exact moment that you died?
so many people.
so many cars.