I have nothing left to say; may the winds guide the way
Fate: a myth, a facade we create.
Karma, religion, gods, demons;
cultural imaginations created to bring order to society and explain values to kids.
I do not know the trail; may the waves guide the way
I stuck out my head, did all for self; even the selfless acts were done to bring me peace
Enlighten me I ask the mirror: What is it I seek? What gives me hope?
“Humanity. Helping humanity; while hating human beings. It is obvious that my own personal tragedies I experienced are being lived out by me helping others. The irony is I do not see the need to be helped in return. That, creates the perfect concoction of not knowing the limits of self and always feeling that humanity will be lost without me; Which makes you a wannabe Batman with a messiah complex, that needs help.
If you do not do so, something will break.”
And, so the mirror said as much; and as I broke the mirror I said:
“I’d rather break than take a break. I have nothing more to feel, may the slivers guide the way.”
