musha

who really understand why we do things.

interesting show isn't it? things unfolding as it unfolds. for reasons that seem on the verge of ridiculous. why fight when the reason for fighhting is gone? to save yourself just do nothing, yet have to do something to keep another safe. what are they fighting for? what are we fighting for?

i don't understand many people. i knowthem, but understanding them is beyond me. one of these peoples is me. i don't undertand me. i know what i like and what i don't. why do i keep losing strength to carry on? always wavering back and forth between a fierce need to go on and a desire to just lay down and die.

somethings i know are happening. but nothing i can do. or nothing i want to do about it.

somethings i don't know what's happening. still nothing i can do about it.

i am not one to ask too much about another unless someones tells me. i care, but i don't ask too much. maybe i ask too little?

i don't know anymore. i don't understand. i am missing something. i want something. don't know what.

clueless-ken
clueless about yesterdays. clueless about tomorrows.

'shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry..stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery..he hears the silence so loud..'-Metallica