Seeing into the eyes of a fellow human being is one of the easiest tasks for a broken soul. Or so it feels these days. Why does the damaged bosom seem to hide the answers. Why do the desperate flock to the damaged and dying? We do not hold the key to the infinite knowledge. nor do we hide what we know. We maybe wise in the ways of melancholy, but loneliness is our specialty. I am not seeking forgiveness for my actions have been well accounted for and I am pleased with my place in this miserable abyss. Am I pathetic...take a look at the hopeless creed you call your brethren, and tell yourself that you yourself are not pathetic. This is not a message of hate, just a simple prepestic of what I am pondering. We are not depressed nor are we motivational speakers. We are common creed like others. Just more thought provoking.




Rest in Eternal Peace Uncle Garth..my thoughts have been racing since your death