Fragile ideas, fake images.
Externally imprinted, Internally accepted.
Synchronized with struggles.
Flowing into a river of thoughts.
And then comes insight.

Constructing a castle.
With building blocks of lies.
Feeling safe inside.
Prosperous until the plague.
Craving for the freedom outside.

There is no way.
Can only wait.
To comprehend.
Shatter the influence.
...And learn.

Observing bizarre world.
Sometimes blind, Sometimes lost.
So many guides.
For every path.
Except this one.

Unique beauty dies.
Catharsis arrives.
Deconstruction of the world.
For a new life.
With meaning unknown.

There is no way.
Can only wait.
To comprehend.
Shatter the influence.
...And learn.

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This is mine but I'm not here. There is no name for it. There is only a meaning.

Insight comes in strange places like the bus...

Internal induced depression gives such clarity. The effect is so strong, it's like a lie detector.

This is not anything sad. This is self manipulation.

There is no darkness, it is only external beauty.

There is no darkness because I don't make it.

There is no darkness, because equally there is no light.

This is not nihilism.

This is my project.