I search the night for a spiritual experience every night I use my days to justify that experience and every night I try to forget that I do this pissy in a room with four walls that I cannot believe that I am still in a cobble stone path I walk the stones are land and everything else is lava I hope I do not fall in
It is hard to be who you will be when you spend all of your years only analyzing who you have been
maybe happiness is not something to obtain but a mere reflection of ones personality it probably hurts to be you just like it hurts to be me but there is no reason not to be constantly smiling knowing we are all on a rock constantly spinning It's foolish to believe this is the ending Maybe we are just walking towards our beginning