Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me, what do you see.
Deppression, but what else could i do.
Living a tragedy is not happy, indeed, the suffering of being free.
Who wouldnt claim blindness in front of such lucidity, as to how the world could be, and how it really is.
Look at your reflection in the water and its perfect fragility.
But its only a duality of me, wich makes it a singularity.
Indeed but dont you want someone like you.
What i need is not a change of perception through happiness.
Its a delusion seeking darkness.
But wich is already found is not the core of uncertainty.
There is a part of myself that roam free, and i cant stand being separated from me.
True destiny comes from a broken heart.
But broken before meeting the reason itself.
Only knowing solitude will be my only friend.
Therefore, what else could i do.
Am i to give up hope, or to wait decades of mental pain, knowing im the only one insane.
I know i am not well in this lonely behaviour, but what else could i do.
I dont want to forget like everyone, the true aspect of romance through blood.
I just hope one day ill have my chance like anyone.
But i have no god to rely on.
Ill have to find my girl by myself, in a strange world where im considered the stranger.
It wont be easy, but through time i shall see.
Wether or not my love for her justify this infinite request, and so does she.
-jonathan-
I look in the mirror and see a happy monster. Then again, life to me is not tragedy, but adventure. And that is part of what makes me monstrous. It’s an exacting philosophy to hold, and to act on.