Once, Twice, Thrice...

To suddenly come to the realization that I bring nothing but pain and hatred...

Is this because of the belief that happiness is possible in a seemingly futile case?

In this futile attempt in trying to reach for dreams, we seldom think of consequences, and technically, we end up killing people close to us.

I guess people have to weed out all remaining hope in this utterly meaningless condition. In as much as this kills us, staying away is the most sane option.

It’s as if the entirety of our situation where people once believed in the achievement of goals and dreams is now turning into a realistic nightmare where they are weighed down by their very definition of universal concepts regarding justice, love, hope, bliss and others – but the saddest thing is, people don’t actually agree with an objective perspective of how things are. Most often than not, concepts are defined through people's pompous and subjective understanding of everything.

What's worse is the stubborn belief that our esoteric poetry will be understood by people. The hope that our personal music will be heard and that people will see what we see in our universe.

Sadly, all of these are wishful thinking and the sum of these are based on emotions which make it all the more unreasonable and tyrannical as it starts to slap us in our faces.

We live in a society where we have to comply, abide and follow norms. We can’t do anything about that fact – the totality of our situation cannot contain the infernal eyes vested by judging people.

We are reduced to ashes by our own enchanting fiery wishes;

we are turned into coals, and as though every bit of the bliss we both feel are now burning the life force in this never ending cyclic present.

We cannot do anything but to turn off the heat before we burn EVERYONE–

Perhaps,

Thinkers don’t deserve to be happy in this godforsaken reality.

thinkers don’t deserve to be happy in this cosmic damned fantasy.

We simply don’t deserve to be happy.

It is saddening that we can’t live in the middle of a dream and be mad while our other foot is stepping on the threshold of reality.

There will never be a rationalization in people's search for peace in this dreamy cosmic universe.

So in a final graceful goodbye,

Goodbye Moon.

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