Everything boils down to a single quest. What everyone desires is a constant. I'm proportional to Everything I possess or I think I do not possess. What I yearn for is my own Greek letter that depends on my Intrinsic properties. The journey of philosophy, theology, spirituality, Love, all of penance, all of religion, all of sacrifices, in the end, is the strife for that constant.
Why do I want so badly, for you to think of no one, see no one else, admire no one else, to find
The random thoughts of a vagabond. I'm not tired of the little pieces of flying paper, but everyone seems to want to trash them. Maybe thats what i should do. And in the end, I do want what I should, right? But what if they want to be a collage, a mosaic?
Is it worth wasting a lifetime in contemplation?
Is it absolutely necessary to be completely convinced?
Do you need to defend yourself?
Or is it just my weakness everytime.
I beg thee for a brainwash.