sleepless

Weird.

It is the only way to discribe it. The way of the world, the way we are as humans. The ammount of study that has been put into figuring out the dynamics of it all and the whys about everything. Nature and nurture, free will and fate. Faith gets put into each other while still putting our faith in the devine, finding reasons to belive in everything and nothing all at the same time. Looking for salvation while at the same time savoring damnation. The mad circles we run in looking for answers, the insane steps taken to look like part of the scenery. Emotions and feelings, passions that run wild, we are either master of our desires or slaves to them. The grass is never greener on the other side but you never know untill you see it with your own eyes. The darkest of all places is within the heart, the cruelist of misteresses, the ruler of all. There is no way to escape that fact, no ammount of logic can change