This is what it comes down to.
You stay up all night, you get left alone with your thoughts.
Your mind shits in the dark and you end up heartbroken, with a horrible view of the future.
You end up thinking it’s all gone to shit.
And the reason we hold on hope is so we don’t need to fear the darkness of our minds.
We’re all fucked up and I personally fear my thoughts. I have no hope, fuck that. I don’t seem to get the exact concept of it enough to earn it.
All I’ve got is faith. Faith is kind of like hope, but not only does it let you reason with your thoughts.
But it expresses that fear, that darkness, in an art.
Or at least I think that’s what it means.
Whatever, fuck it. I’m stupid anyway, I can’t afford to fear my thoughts.
I mean, shit, they’re all I’ve got in the very end of it all. Might as well get used to them now, eh?
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