Firstly, I don’t like being told what to do. Everyday I feel like my head is being hammered  against a wall. I think I know where all of these horrible headaches now come from. I’m also starting to believe that love is only a myth crafted by gods hands alone that is rare to find. Something tells me that writing in this madness isn’t enough for you . It takes a simple calmness to be what you want to be. Everything outside of it just feels like non-sense. What drives someone to hell is what thoughts they put inside their mind. If you fall prey your moral vanishes. You feel defeated, you feel as if all the seeds that you’ve sown have dried up never to be able to taste the sweet fruit they bare. How do you propose I escape? I like this life and no one can control it but me. Keep the peace inside your mind, it must be the only thing that keeps us sane. What do we do once that peace is destroyed? We seek other ventures correct? In order to build and recover that part of us that has been broken. Will we ever heal? Look through your soul’s perspective the true form of which everything manifests, praying violence doesn’t take us over, poorly using the negatives to our advantage we must be truly blind and unacknowledged to what the world holds for us.