Just write loads but i accidentally deleted them.
Then i realisrd i forgot half of what ive written, like ive purged them out of my system. But becos they meant something to me, i need to try and write them down again
Some people gets on my nerves when they always say how others have so much more than them. And they covet for it. If you dont start being contented with what you have now, you will always think others have more than you. You will get suck in this dark swirling abyss of desires, and end up in circles chasing after something that makes you happy. Something that youll never ever know what is it.
Some people are born wanting more and needing more. I understood that. Hell, i even accepted that. What i dont get is why they refuse to do anything about it, to change the way they think, or to try and cherish what they have. That place is dark, lonely and unhappy.
What may be for one may not be for another.
Lost in my world of books, because it only belongs to me. A place where i call mine. Been reading about altar of bones, technically its only a day cause it was such a page turner.
The fountain of youth may or may not be real. People are chasing it because of the idea, the symbolism and the deaths. Death makes things worthwhile. Just because. If one would kill for an object, doesnt that make the object more worthy in another eyes?
Irony but who wants to die? That tiny spark of light be it hope or not, is enough to ignite the fire, the frenzy of the world enough to kill mindlessly.
