Now Playing Tracks  Why do others believe the answers are so
simple? They believe the words have been put right down in front
of them for the meaning of us. Is it so simple? Is faith the
epitome of our reason to live? Am I trying too hard to look at
the big picture? Is the cycle of humanity a big punch line or an
apocalypse? Maybe there isn’t a real reason at all. Where is the
value in what we do? The realm of ethics only exists to us.
Sometimes I wonder if criminals are the ones who have ascended.
Maybe if we throw out our idea of religious philosophies we may
find our true selves.              I hold onto my beliefs out of
fear. I’m scared that I’m insignificant. I feel like I’m running
past a logical perception in search of one that fits my
imagination. Is my struggle pointless? My words fall on deaf
ears. My writings are thrown into the pile of refrigerator
paintings from grade school. So why do I fight the world? Why
does my confusion give me a sense of  existence? Maybe we all
just like to play the main