I hate people and love them at the same time.
I despise this world but can't seem to come to terms with accepting my hatred for it.

The beauty blinds me, the wonders piques my interest and all the more dragging me down a path  I could never have conjured in my mind.
I don't see a point in anything, yet every little thing holds the most significant factor to make the most mesmerising point.
It's all utterly confusing! With questions bouncing me back and forth until perhaps, I reach old age.

The question of life is simply a question to carry me forth.
A question with no answer, yet with every imaginable result and answers.
If spewing crap means the temporary answer to life, then I guess I'll stick to my ****.