In my mind

 

In my mind, what was I thinking? We will never know, when you start reading things it gives you the creeps, people don't know mostly of them have no clue who I am really, but they have a doubt, as I start writing my own story I start to stumble on things that makes no sense, what so ever because you lie, and if you're not telling the truth then what matters? Who knows maybe tomorrow you will be in my shoes, how about that? we don't know cause we are humans and not some super strange creature from the depths of hell, this is in my mind the perfect way to describe what I read on a daily basis, it is strange and super human but also sad and mourning, you will never know until you read it and nothing else matters, as long as there is truth there is also a shadow of doubt that haunts our minds forever, we cannot escape it but only embrace it as it was ours, but it's never ours because we do not own it, everybody else knows about it but who the hell even gives a shit , when you don't know your mistakes how can you repair them? you can't you just have to die to see the big picture because in death there are dreams, and in dreams you find yourself all alone in a crazy and manipulative world that hates you for who you are not who you want to be in the future.