All is but a paradox it seems. A seething maelstrom of emotion and thought, embedded and juxtaposed in shifting disharmony.
After all, they say Hell is but your life gone wrong, and so it begs the question at what point did i unknowingly die? Because the only hope i ever see only seems to exist so that the fall is all the more severe, the break all the more jagged, and the pain all the more real. To what end do we strive through so much filth and decadence? And how is anyone expected to come through it all intact? It’s an illogical logic, one that […]