Try and succeed to relieve all that is needed from need and all you shall receive from life is but a dream, yet painful sorrows and melancholic mellows show true despair in the form of shadows.
To what do I deserve this existence fated, shall I remind you of how we were created and bated into believing there is a reason for life's unjustifiable treasons or do you merely conceive this dimension of its meaningless meanness. For it is despair that intertwines convoluted parallel exultancy. That and the indulgent parade of unmistakably acceptable pleasantries that life's joy brings to me.