that which seems illogical creates a paradox.
the shortness of words, holds more meaning than that which is perceived.
i live to pretend i exist
I may have been criticised for the fact that I cannot write, would you please be kind enough to ‘finish’ this for me? ~in short :read between the lines.
I fell to my knees, and was cushioned by an acorn [nature]
I coldbloodedly shot myself in the head. Then I emotionally revived myself.
‘… The Sun and the Moon collide…’
‘why do you stop, my friend?’ – His companion asked.
‘I do not have the words, my friend.’
‘Nonsense! All your work is filled with passion and is so heartfelt.’
‘That is the point, it is all directed, guided should I say, by my own feelings.’
‘Have you thought about using your feelings to ‘ veiw ‘ the world, anyone else’s point of view, ect, ect?
‘ You’re very wise, my friend, thankyou. ‘
‘ You’re welcome, my friend. ‘
it is genuinely not my aim to offend, please think about that, if you will.
… As he sat, in a daydream I suppose, he pondered how vacant his life had become, in such a short time.
What is to happen next? – It is up to ********.