NIFFT its cold n its rainin here..jus;' like it did last year n year b4...it alway rains n its cold
but there's somethin's new..
made up of these three words i say to u....
well next time..
what makes u think that ur the chosen one? n what do u mean by that? who's there to choose?
u know that everything is absurd.. u regeret that ur ever born..right from buddha to sartre to me n to u...they're always in pain in agony..searching for a mirage called life.. n it escapes every one...
this world is a bad place..its ugly n its beautiful..u hate it n still u hold on to it with all ur might..
ur existance is farce n u know it ..n still that;s all u have..
i cant help being a mystic..like everyone ..a sage like everyone..n a scaoundrel like everyone..
its frightening n enchanting at the same time..
that's why u live..ur there to be part of this big cosmic drama..which is an accident...
why am i still alive? why am i writin all this?
coz in the end ..it doesn't even matter..