Firstly, currently-life is a lie and not liked.
Okay, so now that thats out of the way.
How about a look at Ms. Woman. Or perhaps its best to not say anything.
When all the crap from the gutter reaches out to drag you back or swallow you whole. Its best to keep a stiff upper lip and ignore it ...perhaps even gloss the smell with a dab of perfume here and there....(the perfume shall remain unnamed)...Manipulations...Sorrow...Tension....Hurt....Words...Actions....are all
step-sisters....Hated, tolerated and connected forever. Nothing said, wanted, craved will ever change it. Melancholy songs are made for some occasions after all. Maybe people become deaf when they've heard too much or want to drown out all those voices.
"When you are with me, I am free" growls the voice, pounding against my eardrums.
I reply..."When i'm without you, I am free"...Ohh wait...correction..."When i'm with you or without you, am never free"....The apathetic universe refuses to hand out tissues and the Earth continues its journey round the Sun. Lets now study the life of somebody else, someone who is semi-glad to be alive and actually praying that it lasts forever. Repulsed. Ungrateful. Polluted.
No Angels, the person up there plays a damned annoying game.
Life may just be a stage and not only have i forgotten my lines...i feel no need to remember them.
The End.