Sucks

I have come to two all-purpose conclusions, one: in general, life sucks. Two, everything has a reason; thus if the gravity of our world didn’t suck, then we’d all fall off. Everyday dawns another with a hope that something will happen to counteract the misery, but then there are some who wake up without hope. In their world, they suck and are victims to the gravity of invisible encasement promising happiness of lies. If you are happy, then you are lucky, you are not trapped. You like who you are, people like you, you trust they like you. Others of us face the doom of our self-constructed prison of fate. Unconnected smiles elude buried confessions. Survival depends on our oblivious perspective of things we dont want to see, and laughter at the the small simple things that most will never appreciate. In this way we are lucky, if only to make equilibrium with fairness. Everyday brings a day closer to the day you lie down in a casket in relief of an earth that will engulf you. For us, why not destroy the body if it will bring a temporary sense of security. Remember, it’s all in your mind. No matter what they say, no matter where they place you: in the end your demise will be your fault and your fault only. If you win in your mind, you can be burning to death while maggots chew on your eyes and still have a sense of accomplishment.Your fear is not death, it’s that there is something beyond death. To save your sanity you imagine whatever it is waiting for us is different, but a part of you knows you are doomed to the hell of your screwed up brain, and it sucks, this you can count on, counting on this keeps you grounded and praise ovation be to the gravity of suck