Pain Uninterrupted...

What is law? A rule? Something everyone must follow? Why are they everywhere? What about those who don't abide? Worse yet, what about the fact that the people that make the laws don't wanna follow them themselves... Why must I even bother writing about it? Those who read this will probably have the same idea, while those who need to read it, probably still don't know what the internet is... Complacency is the single most important thing responsible for holding this shambles of a place back from true development. That's my view anyway... Random thoughts occur as I write every word...

How many of you would enjoy the slaughter of another, for committing a wrongdoing only you would understand? If there ever was a situation where the law couldn't see you, or trace you in any friggin way, would you go ahead, and rip the spine outta an unworthy human being just to see if you could actually do it with your bare hands... Would you test your might against all odds..?

Pain is superficial.. Sum people have borne with it since the day they began to exist, while other luckier souls cringe at the it's mere mention. Neither is weaker than the other, unless by choice.. Pain from a severed limb is so very different from that of a broken heart... Yet different is one from a bleeding heart.. One that's not yet broken, but's been cracked all over; oozing out the love that it contained, or rather, still contains; trying ever so hard to hold onto every last drop, in a cache that it can be barely contained in. There's more where that came from, but people who come and go, only get a few drops... The ocean capable is dripping away, drop by goddamn drop... Yet, it's unending, as hope keeps pumping, pumping new life into veins that want to not exist anymore, only driven by one thought and one thought alone. That which isn't had, isn't lost either.. Or so it may seem...

They say time and tide wait for none. Some thoughts so powerful, may make it seem like they have been successful at the seemingly impossible... And then the very next instant, it all fades again, not making you regret trying, but making you wish you never tried so hard... But then hope, that forsaken lovechild of desire, love, need and commitment surfaces again, only to give strength for one more try; even if it's not when you really need it.. The strife continues everyday, waiting, wanting, with such strong desire that it even feels real. When imagination as powerful as this, works upon these factors, illusions take surprisingly strong forms. Where is the real world? Are we living in it? Or we just a part of someone else's nightmare? One ends, while another begins. The worst part is the dreamer may choose the same cast for his ghastly creation yet again...